Baby Pluto

[Intro: 100 OTD]
Bap, yo (Ayo, Manzz)
Take no pics, 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' no pics
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 we got the opps so pissed

[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
Pussy got touched in the ends, yeah, we-
Yeah, we stopped it
One in the head, dunno that I cocked it
He want the drop, dunno that I dropped it
We on the block, yeah, we tryna spot shit
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
Bitch, freeze
Like, come off your chain and your keys
You’re not a guy, why you movin’ so sleeze?
Bitch 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’s all on my sleeve
Leave his shirt red like he’s throwin’ up B’s
7.62’s, blue tips in my clip so I guess that I’m throwin’ up C’s
(7.62’s, blue 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 pussy niggas pleadin’
Last time that we came to your ends, yo, a man got touched, left a pussy nigga bleedin’
Niggas like talk on the net ‘til we score on your nets, have your whole block grievin’
And we take niggas down for no reason
Lil bro love squeezin’

[Verse 2: KsBvndz]
Yo
Wish I knew that these niggas won’t go
Shit got real and these niggas went ghost
Heard the beef turned the niggas to hoes
Niggas diss, they gon’ die with their pole
All the blood in the streets make a bitch nigga fold
Niggas diss, they gon’ die with their pole
All the blood in the streets make a bitch nigga 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 in the [?] and 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: 100 OTD]
For the bag you know I’m takin’ that risk, if we come to your ends we not takin' no pics
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 pissed