Plottin Pt. 2 lyrics

[Verse 1: OsamaSon]
Plottin' on that lick, yeah (That sh*t is f*cking trash)
Yeah, I knew I was insane when I flipped that whip, yeah
Spin yo' block and dip (F-f*ck off the airway)
I'on wanna hear that sh*t (No)
Came through, 'xtended clip
Brand new Glock with switch
Gunpowder on my fit
Boy, you broke, I know you not hip, go
Send you to the star, b*tch
I'm like E.T.,tryna send 'em home
Please don't diss on my phone (b*tch)
Cause I like the smoke, yeah
Choppa, cook filet mignon
Turn yo' bro to ghost, yeah
Smoke 'Za and that b*tch strong
Smoke got on my clothes, yeah
His ho', love all my songs
Yeah, I'm her ringtone, yeah

[Verse 2: Percatric]
Damn-Damn
Why'd you snake me?
Why'd you plot?
Likе, why'd you hate?
I'm not talking no bank, but, let's cut to the chasе
And I turn that boy to a [?], not talkin' tank
I just wanna see n*ggas win, but it's not [?] fake
But I gotta look out for me, so it's okay
I'm a pacifist, b*tch, I roll with the peace, why you so [?]?
[?] smile on your face
Gotta [?] my [?], b*tch, we hittin' the board
Should I creep through the window, or creep through the door?
Leave a f*ck n*gga poverty stricken, he poor
Put your homie on death row, I feel like I'm Suge
n*gga asked me, “Perc, were you from?”
I say, “I'm from the wish a n*gga woulds”
On my way to the top like The Engine that Could
And the G9 a throat demon, get yo soul took
b*tch, I don't need a Glock, 'cause I know how to hook
But I stay with that stick like a game of put-put
In the field [?] P's, I guess I out the Hut
b*tch, you not on the scene, you finna get cut
I'm a MC with the Hammer, n*gga, don't touch
You was searching for silver plate, you is not tough
They like, “Perc, what you do?”
I'm like, “sh*t, I just put the blick up to my mouth, and I tell that boy hush”