PLUTOSKI (Explicit) - Future
Lyrics by:Nayvadius Wilburn/Joshua Luellen/Wesley Glass/Lucas Depante/James Brown
Composed by:Nayvadius Wilburn/Joshua Luellen/Wesley Glass/Lucas Depante/James Brown
Produced by:Southside/Wheezy/Juke Wong
Woah
Yeah yeah
I don't even know what she is
I just took care of the bill
We not no regular niggas
These not the regular pointers
Stunt this and I'm just gon' show it
Thousand one grams on a chain
I'm gettin' my currency changed
Goin' out the country street nigga we gangsters
**** you can get bein' famous
Can't hang with a nigga false claimin'
They just be tryna talk like this yeah
***** don't know what clarity is
I be runnin' **** for more than a few years yeah
Plutoski woah
Chop off the doors again
Ski
Chop all the doors off the hinges
Plutoski
Whip up the bowl again
Trappin' out loads
Sippin' on dope again
I'm back in that mode
Told all the dogs "work the other one"
We got another one
Filipino or Korean
I just been taggin' the man
Ridin' with Satan again
I throw the magazine in
Streets turn a boy to a man
We goin' dark it's nasty
Use the lil' blogs to gas me
Yeah uh oh yeah
Trappin' out the trap oh yeah
I'm flippin' out the strap oh yeah
For the syrup
I'm flippin' the oh yeah
I'm thuggin' the thug oh yeah
I'm thuggin' again oh yeah
I'm blessin' I'm bless oh yeah yeah yeah
I'm swervin' I'm Pluto oh yeah yeah yeah
Oh yeah
Rappin' and robbin' again
Streets turn the boy to a millionaire
Drinkin' on lean again
Send out the lo' and I'm pullin' up I got it on me again
Six in the mornin' again
Hoggin' the road in the Benz
I'm on my way to the tail
She tanglin' up with her friend
I'm tanglin' up with 'em too
I'm doin' what a rich nigga do
I throw the party inside my crib
I'm throwin' a Ferrari inside my ears