Plottin’

[Intro: YTG Codak and Moula 1st ]
Mmm, gang
Town
Contrary doing it different
MBG

[Chorus: YTG Codak]
Opps plottin' (Plottin')
4O, got him (Boom!)
Opps stay ducking and dodging
Bitch wanna fuck cuz we all in (She does)
Man said to go run your ass down
Nigga can't swim so he drowned (No he can't)
Red beam on his ass he a clown
Wet him up with a tray pound
Opps plottin' (Plottin')
4O, got him
Opps stay ducking and dodging
Bitch wanna fuck cuz we all in (She does)
Man said to go run your ass down
Nigga can't swim so he drowned (No he can't)
Red beam on his ass he a clown
Wet him up with a tray pound (Wet his ass)

[Verse 1: YTG Codak]
Wet him up with a tray pound
Leave a nigga drip so I shoot couple rounds (Rounds)
They call me Codak from the Town's
Just had a murder case, still beat the crown (Uh)
Diamonds on me they dripping (Drip)
Bitch said she love me she tripping (She trip)
Opps can't slide, they slippin' (Skrt!)
So I run his ass down and dismiss him
Opps, I got em
With the 4O man I drop him (Glizzy!)
Nigga want beef so I shot him
Y on the cut that's the cronem (Crodie)
Our bitch getting back check the GO-Train (She is)
All she know different gold brain
Then I nut in her mouth like it's toothpaste
And she swallow that shit like it's Kool-Aid
Big .45 glizzy
Take your top of that's a wiggy
Turn your body blue like a fishy
You gon drown in my drip
I'm too drippy
Now your bitch wanna fuck with Quanchy
Niggas in the Rex some demon (Ah yes)
Shoutouts my niggas that be eatin' (Ah yes)
Come to the Town's that's the deep end (Skrt!)

[Chorus: YTG Codak]
Opps plottin' (Plottin')
4O, got him (Boom!)
Opps stay ducking and dodging
Bitch wanna fuck cuz we all in (She does)
Man said to go run your ass down
Nigga can't swim so he drowned (No he can't)
Red beam on his ass he a clown
Wet him up with a tray pound
Opps plottin' (Plottin')
4O, got him
Opps stay ducking and dodging
Bitch wanna fuck cuz we all in (She does)
Man said to go run your ass down
Nigga can't swim so he drowned (No he can't)
Red beam on his ass he a clown
Wet him up with a tray pound (Wet his ass)

[Verse 2: MOULA 1st & YTG Codak ]
Black .45 white chalk him
Rise it up and then drop him
Youngins around they got it
Niggas want beef so they shot him
I'm getting money I promise
I lie in the trap to be honest
Apron is on, Yes I rock it
When I cookup watch it harden
Boss magnums
Move like Spartans
Serve coke and my mom used to bartend
Draw plays, no wonder I'm an artist
Phone diamond who cares about charting
Yellow tape do not cross him
I don't really go to church often
Weekday, Weekend, Catch a opp off him
Dutty the spot, Get to sweeping and mopping
Got stuck in a jam, I got sticky
Take your top off that's a wiggy (Boom!)
Wrist froze I'm too chilly
Gon' drown in my drip I'm too drippy
You guys just boys not men to me
Codak will do you on cam for me (Facts)
Last opp I seen he ran from me (Facts)
Probably didn't even tell his damn homies (Ye)

[Chorus: YTG Codak]
Opps plottin' (Plottin')
4O, got him (Boom!)
Opps stay ducking and dodging
Bitch wanna fuck cuz we all in (She does)
Man said to go run your ass down
Nigga can't swim so he drowned (No he can't)
Red beam on his ass he a clown
Wet him up with a tray pound
Opps plottin' (Plottin')
4O, got him
Opps stay ducking and dodging
Bitch wanna fuck cuz we all in (She does)
Man said to go run your ass down
Nigga can't swim so he drowned (No he can't)
Red beam on his ass he a clown
Wet him up with a tray pound (Wet his ass)