Baby Pluto

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I turned to an addict, I bought me a Patek
I bought her a baby one
Yeah, I bought me a Maybach, it came with two doors
Yeah, that's the Mercedes one (fo' sho')
I stay with the baddest, I'm countin' the cabbage while makin' my lady cum (yes)
I bought a G-Wagen, that shit was a BRABUS, that's why I be racin' 'em (BRABUS)
Yeah, we bought the four-door, had to get ready for war
Yeah, we bought the four-door, had to get ready for war (woah, get it)
Yeah, we bought the four-door, had to get ready for war (yeah, get it)
Yeah, we bought the four-door, had to get ready for war
I got static in my city, who fuckin' with me?
Pull up with this 30 and this chopper hold a fifty
Man, I heard that nigga Mickey, that's too risky
Man, we spray his car, spray his window, icky, icky
She keep suckin' on my dick, tryna get a hickey, hickey
Girl, I swear that pussy too wet, sticky, sticky
I kicked her right out of the front door, I'm picky, picky
And every time she go to call my phone, I'm busy, busy (yeah, yeah, hello, hello?)
I heard it's some niggas that's on my head (brr)
I heard it's some niggas that want my bread
Oh my God, y'all niggas better chill before y'all all be dead (oh my God, yeah, yeah)
Whole lot of, whole lot of hoes, whole lot of, whole lot of meds
Yeah, whole lot of, whole lot of clothes, niggas be stealin' my swag (hold up, hold up)
Whole lot of, whole lot of emeralds, please tuck your baguettes (oh my God)
Yeah, whole lot of, whole lot of red rubies on my neck (oh my-)
Uzi, it came with a TEC
The brick, it came with a vet
I can teach you how to flex (yeah)
The Draco, it came with a vest
The condo, it came with a pit (yeah)
My new bitch, she came with some neck (yeah)
Man, these boys ain't believe me
Until I pulled up and my neck was on squeegee (woah)
Man, these boys ain't believe me
They thought I believed in the devil like ouija
Man, these boys ain't believe me
A real rockstar, Chrome Heart on my beanie (yeah)
I swear these boys cannot see me
That's why I be livin' my life like I'm Stevie
Wake up, Versace my bitch
I got on that Tisci, I eat fettuccine
I turned to an addict, I bought me a Patek
I bought her a baby one (woah)
Yeah, I brought me a Maybach, it came with two doors
Yeah, that's the Mercedes one (fo' sho')
I stay with the baddest, I'm countin' the cabbage while makin' my lady cum (stay with the baddest)
I bought a G-Wagen, that shit was a BRABUS, that's why I be racin' 'em (I bought a G-Wagen)
Yeah, we bought the four-door, had to get ready for war (yeah)
I ain't fuck a bitch in so long, I'd do it in a Honda Accord (nah, for real)
I had to count my money on the ironing board
I just took that bitch shoppin', fucked behind the stores
I had to get all my niggas off bond, I had to get 'em off holding (yeah)
I had to take 12 right on the mile, drive it like my van was stolen (skrrt, skrrt)
It sing like my birthday, brand new
'Cause I'm only known just to floor it (brand new)
Yeah, I just know they be watchin' it
Yeah, yeah, I just know they be watchin' it (watchin' it, uh)
All these hoes love me
I am such a slimy guy, nigga, do not trust me
Baby, I'ma bust you way before you bust me
You shouldn't have trusted me, girl, you got off lucky (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, if it's beef, I don't partake
No, I do not eat steak (yeah)
All I eat is fish plates
My diamonds so cold, in the freezer my wrist be
Somewhere in the hills, prolly where my bitch stay
Switchin' my crib and you know I'm gon' switch states (yeah)
I made a million, yeah, off a mixtape
I made a million, yeah, off a mixtape
I turned to an addict, I bought me a Patek, I bought her a baby one
Yeah, I brought me a Maybach, it came with two doors
Yeah, that's the Mercedes one
I stay with the baddest, I'm countin' the cabbage while makin' my lady cum (I stay with the baddest)
I bought a G-Wagen, that shit was a BRABUS
That's why I be racin' 'em (I bought a G-Wagen)
Yeah, we bought the four-door, had to get ready for war (yeah)
I ain't fuck a bitch in so long, I'd do it in a Honda Accord (woah)
I had to count my money on the ironing board (yeah)
I just took that bitch shoppin', fucked behind the stores (store)
Fucked behind the stores
You know that I gotta keep it real, fucked behind the stores (fo' sho')
You know that I gotta keep it real, fucked behind the stores (icky, icky)
Yeah, count up a half a mil' up behind the store (hickey, hickey)
Yeah, she gone off that molly like she ain't never take a pill before (sticky, sticky)
You acting too tough like your homie ain't never get killed before (icky, icky)
What the- yo, what the fuck was that?