Gunna

"The Plan"

[Intro: Young Thug]
Everything'll be perfect for you man, all you gotta do is f*ckin' listen
(Billboard Hitmakers)
You dig? I'm on my chrome heart sh*t, you know what I'm sayin'

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I told my b*tch the plan, told my b*tch the plan (Ayy)
I feel like puttin' on my mans, puttin' on my bands (Ayy)
She dig what I'm sayin', dig what I'm sayin' (Ayy)
I might go buy a Lamb' and put it on land (Ayy-hey)
I just bought some Stans, some Adidas Stans (Ayy)
Take over Pakistan, Pakistan (Ayy-hey)
Percy mixed with Xans, Perky mixed with Xans
We don't play, we sprayin' right out the van (Brrr-brrr)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Yeah, I wan' get paid like every day
I just wan' ball like every day my birthday
I just bought some watches but I'm still late
I see you and your baby lookin' thirsty
Ayy, I'm workin' 'em
Insertin' 'em, hmm, I'm f*ckin', I'm birthin' 'em
Huh, they babies, I'm nursin' 'em
Hmm, she stranded, she lurkin' 'em
Hmm, I'm hot and I'm irkin' 'em
Uh, I packed up some Percs in there
I packed up the work in there
I sent it with caution
These n*ggas be fraudin'
These n*ggas be flossin'
They b*tches, they dodgin'
They run from a gangsta n*gga
They ain't used to no weapons
All they know is these lame lil n*ggas
Bro what you bang lil n*gga?
[?] lil n*gga
The sh*t you do lame, boy
Get some salt on your name, boy
I'm smokin' that ganja, got some ice on my fore arm
When I c*m, she gon' c*m, yeah
Make her cheer with no pompoms, yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I told my b*tch the plan, told my b*tch the plan (Ayy)
I feel like puttin' on my mans, puttin' on my mans (Ayy)
She dig what I'm sayin', dig what I'm sayin' (Dig what you sayin')
I might go buy a Lamb' and put it on land (Ayy-hey)
I just bought some Stans, some Adidas Stans (Ayy)
Take over Pakistan, Pakistan (Ayy-hey)
Perky mixed with Xans, Perky mixed with Xans (Xans)
We don't play, we sprayin' right out the van (Ayy-hey)

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Them racks came in by the ten, I lost all my friends
New Forgiato rims, new '63 Benz
Took risks for the fam, look out for my kin
I grind 'till the end, Tom Ford on my lens
How much a n*gga gon' spend 'till I make a mil' for my family
Them n*ggas, they thought I was average
I didn't run when them n*ggas was after me
Chanel on my feet, call 'em double C's
I'm a loc but I run with a bumblebee
We some stoners, get high, we gon' smoke a tree
I rock ice, I'ma drip, you gon' notice me
b*tches lookin' at the man
I know you diggin' what I'm sayin'
[?] with bands
Pointers in a wedding band
Take a trip across the land
Organic weight, I'm gainin' fans
I'm tryna make this sh*t expand
They didn't wanna give me a chance
So we made a plan

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I told my b*tch the plan, told my b*tch the plan (Ayy)
I feel like puttin' on my mans, puttin' on my mans (Ayy)
She dig what I'm sayin', dig what I'm sayin' (Ayy)
I might go buy a Lamb' and put it on land (Ayy-hey)
I just bought some Stans, some Adidas Stans (Ayy)
Take over Pakistan, Pakistan (Ayy-hey)
Percy mixed with Xans, Percy mixed with Xans (Xans)
We don't play, we sprayin' right out the van (Brrr-brrr)

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