Planned Out

[Chorus]
I had everything planned out, I thought love was all I need
If it ever end up goin' left, just blame it all on me
I got Dracos in my house, I be shootin' out where I sleep
On the block, we strapped up like the women
Every shot, we gon' hit, ain't no warning
In the Maybach with Baby explorin'
It got to the point where I hop in the whip, I'm like, "Fuck it, don't care where I'm goin'"
It got to the point where I couldn't pick the pistol, the thirty, the forty, or drum
Fuck it, I'm grabbin' a gun
Spin your block, boy, you know what you've done
Shots out the glizzy, it fuck up your lungs

[Verse 1]
Uh, half of these niggas be hoes, act like they hard on the media, know they ain't street
These niggas playin' with they nose, must be some goofies they think 'bout fuckin' with me
Had Mitchie go fuck on they hoes, I be with rich niggas, but I'm still in the street
Brodie just gave me a pole
When I shoot, watch the back of it fold

[Chorus]
I had everything planned out, I thought love was all I need
If it ever end up goin' left, just blame it all on me
I got Dracos in my house, I be shootin' out where I sleep
On the block, we strapped up like the women
Every shot, we gon' hit, ain't no warning
In the Maybach with Baby explorin'
It got to the point where I hop in the whip, I'm like, "Fuck it, don't care where I'm goin'"
It got to the point where I couldn't pick the pistol, the thirty, the forty, or drum
Fuck it, I'm grabbin' a gun
Spin your block, boy, you know what you've done
Shots out the glizzy, it fuck up your lungs

[Verse 2]
Uh, I had a dream for this
I had to sacrifice one for the team for this
I got a Glock in bro name, G-57, it came with a beam with it
I had to sleep on the floor with the roaches and rats and wake up to the fiends and shit
I put a switch on the blick, mind your business
Like, wanna draw down on this lick, get a fifty
For whoever move, gon' make the news 'cause as soon as you do, we gon' blick 'em
I was moving fast and almost crashed just tryna stand out
Almost lost my mind when big bro died, I had everything planned out (Nah, for real)

[Chorus]
I had everything planned out, I thought love was all I need
If it ever end up goin' left, just blame it all on me
I got Dracos in my house, I be shootin' out where I sleep
On the block, we strapped up like the women
Every shot, we gon' hit, ain't no warning
In the Maybach with Baby explorin'
It got to the point where I hop in the whip, I'm like, "Fuck it, don't care where I'm goin'"
It got to the point where I couldn't pick the pistol, the thirty, the forty, or drum
Fuck it, I'm grabbin' a gun
Spin your block, boy, you know what you've done
Shots out the glizzy, it fuck up your lungs