Baby Pluto lyrics

[Intro: 100 OTD]
Bap
Yo
Take no pic’s, what’s wrong with them
Bap, bap
Yo, yo

[Chorus: 100 OTD]
For the bag you know I’m takin’ that risk
If we come to your ends we not takin’ pic’s
We fillin’ up whips and we sendin’ out blitz, swear to God that we takin’ them trips
I think it’s about time that I bussed down my wrist, try to reach then your soul get lift
And we’re sendin’ out shots, not throwin’ no fists, swear to God that we got the opps so p*ssed

[Verse 1: 100 OTD]
Bro park up the V we’re gonna walk it
Yeah, I keep that G in my pocket
If I tell you the tings, don’t talk it
pus*y got touched in the ends, yeah, we-
Yeah, we stalked it
One in the hеad, dunno that I c*cked it
He want the drop, dunno that I droppеd it
We on the block, yeah, we tryna spot sh*t
Yeah, we tryna spot him
Bro push up on that whip, yeah, he got him
Broski got him a drum on the bottom
Put the beam on his head, red dot him
b*tch, freeze
Like, come off your chain and your keys
You’re not a guy, why you movin’ so sleeze?
She’s wasting time, I got time for no-
I got no time for no tease
Watch ‘em turn up the spot then we leave
The gunpowder’sall on my sleeve
Leave his shirt red like he’s throwin’ up B’s
7.62’s, two tips in my clip so I guess that I’m throwin’ up C’s
(7.62’s, two tips in my clip so I guess that I’m throwin’ up C’s)
Yo, it doesn’t make sense how you’re talkin’, the last time I checked all you pus*y n*ggas pleadin’
Last time that we came to your ends, yo, a man got touched, left a pus*y n*gga bleedin’
n*ggas like talk on the net ‘til we score on your nets, have your whole block grievin’
And we take n*ggas down for no reason
Lil bro love squeezin’
[Verse 2: KsBvndz]
Yo
Wish I knew that these n*ggas won’t go
sh*t got real and these n*ggas went ghost
Heard the beef turned the n*ggas to hoes
n*ggas diss, they gon’ die with their pole
All the blood in the streets make a b*tch n*gga fold
n*ggas diss, they gon’ die with their pole
All the blood in the streets make a b*tch n*gga fold
No rest, I’m up bleachin’ for mine
He got whacked ‘cause he got outta line
Free 2 Tray out the box, in the blitz he gon’ ride
When I tweak off the yerks they controllin’ my mind
Slow down, I ain’t been in the mood
Send a blitz and he ain’t on the news
Two pints, two Perc’s, I been locked in the booth
Kid slipped on his ‘rip and got knocked out his shoes

[Verse 3: 100OTD]
Back and the [?] I’m runnin’ the light
I’m movin’ shiesty, was steppin’ all night
Box in the G, I don’t roll with no knife
If I’m stoppin’ the V then I’m takin’ a life
That’s a brand new tee I ain’t come here to fight
Need a brand new V I keep seein’ them lights
Two bands, quick flip, then I call it a night
(Two bands, quick flip, then I call it a night)
[Chorus]
For the bag you know I’m takin’ that risk
If we come to your ends we not takin’ pic’s
We fillin’ up whips and we sendin’ out blitz, swear to God that we takin’ them trips
I think it’s about time that I bussed down my wrist, try to reach then your soul get lift
And we’re sendin’ out shots, not throwin’ no fists, swear to God that we got the opps so p*ssed