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Stunna Gambino

Plan B (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)

 

Plan B (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)

(álbum: Vultures Don't Kry - 2022)


Tryna motivate the trenches, but they took me for granted

I heard he talking to the jakes, he tryna line a goat
Next week them hollows chewed his face up now he adios
I was young and reckless, mixing up my styrofoam
This one bitch tried to get me for Chanel, I hate designer hoes
Oh, they killed what's his name?, We don't speak on opps
We just be spinning blocks, 'til a body drop
They tried to throw me in the middle of that warzone
I done fell in love with a demon, she got a warm soul
They tried to label me the voice like I ain't get that shit from Durkio
Tryna cause drama with my bitch, I hate these thirsty hoes
Fucked up my Carti in the Hamptons bought another one, ugh
Brand new .40 Glock, ugh that's another drum, ugh
And one thing about my shooter, that boy never run
I get respect in the trenches 'cause I'm straight out them slums
Mandatory rules to the trenches, better keep yo gun
I know a nigga on child support, but he don't go no funds

Yeah, yeah, tryna motivate the trenches, but they took me for granted
Yeah, yeah, I know a nigga who play gangster, I used to treat that boy like family
Ou-yeah, yeah, That boy move like he off perks but he a bitch, we told 'em plan b's
Yeah, yeah, put my pain inside these verses yet they still don't understand me

Collect cars for my dog, I hate them county jails
I gotta see 'em through a glass, I hate that county smell
I was going through it in the trenches, vut you could hardly tell
Doing drive-bys out that stoley in that Bonneville, (Mmm)
And I barely speak to my mama still
I be stuck up in my ways, I love you, but I need some time to heal
Seven figures at eighteen, yeah I signed that deal
100 days, 100 nights, you know the grind is real
Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, tryna motivate the trenches, but they took me for granted
Yeah, yeah, I know a nigga who play gangster, I used to treat that boy like family
Ou-yeah, yeah, That boy move like he off perks but he a bitch, we told 'em plan b's
Yeah, yeah, put my pain inside these verses yet they still don't understand me

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