Game Plan

[Intro]
(Ooh, shit, that's a DannyG beat)

[Verse 1: Sweet T]
If you're callin' out my name, you better say it with some emphasis
Two straps on me named pride and prejudice
I keep 'em tucked 'cause I might bump into a nemisis
I'm up at the lab, you aren't allowed on the premises
Every 'Wood I roll up, looks like a pinecone
Servian espiar the same size as my thigh bone
[Flexin'] that kid on the 'Gram, but it's fitted with rhinestones
He had a Scat in the vid', but he was askin' for a ride home

[Verse 2: StanWill]
My dawgs hoppin' out that van likе they Scooby Doo
Hush panties balaclavas, don't know who is who
Catch you rollin' with the opps, wе don't know who to shoot
Once I get the neck up off your bitch, you know it's toodle-loo
Arivaderche, sayonara, bitch, hasta la vista
I just crashed the AMG, I'm sick, finna hop in the Bimmer
I'm at the county blicky'd up, finna cop me a P
Twenty pointer buffers, hush pennin' shit, got me a [need?]

[Verse 3: Sweet T]
You really think I'm Sweet? You don't even know the start of it
If I let you sip the tea, you wouldn't even want a part of it
I look like Justin Beiber but I got the heart of Spartacus
That's why everytime I hop on the mic', I'm talkin' marvelous
I keep a bow on my ass just like Artemis
I got a beam on my gun so it's hard to miss
Strap tucked, I'd still be armed if I was armless
Your whole team couldn't even hurt a fly, y'all are harmless

[Verse 4: StanWill]
Alright, ha
I'm with Sweet T
Dior on my torso, she gon' fuck me 'cause my tea sweet
In the A, I'm hangin' out the AMG on Peace Tree
Let me catch a opp, it's bang bang, I feel like Chief Keef
I got Dior on my sneaks, I got Gucci on my head
How the fuck is that yo' bitch, if her coochie in my bed?
Whole life amazin', they gon' make a movie when I'm dead
If it's loose screws in it, put the toolie to your head

[Verse 5: Sweet T]
Think you're pullin' up on me, you're a dumb-dumb
Told your bitch to pull up and give the gang some rupapumpum
Fuck gettin' slow money, I like gettin' lumpsums
Big banger on me, but I'll put this bitch down and lump some'

[Verse 6: StanWill]
Need a diaper, boy, them Mike Amiris full of shit
Told her that I love her, but your bitch know that I'm full of shit
.30 dangle out the Glocky, this the fullest clip
Hundred dollar steaks and mashed potatoes, stomach full of it

[Verse 7: Sweet T]
Glock twenty-ten milli', it'll make a ham stand still
If I don't [?] quick, I know Stan will
Run up on me, I'll introduce you to Sam Hill
Your music's ass and you could take that shit to the landfill

[Verse 8: StanWill]
Spill my coffee cup and turn the stu' to a wasteland
I ain't firin' shit, I keep a weapon on my wasteband
You can't fuck none of my bitches if you ain't stayin'
Draw it up like Popavitch, they know I got the game plan