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Letra : Planned Out
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, "F**k 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
F**k it, I'm grabbin' a gun
Spin your block, boy, you know what you've done
Shots out the glizzy, it f**k up your lungs
Uh, half of these n***as be hoes, act like they hard on the media, know they ain't street
These n***as playin' with they nose, must be some goofies they think 'bout f**kin' with me
Had Mitchie go f**k on they hoes, I be with rich n***as, but I'm still in the street
Brodie just gave me a pole
When I shoot, watch the back of it fold
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, "F**k 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
F**k it, I'm grabbin' a gun
Spin your block, boy, you know what you've done
Shots out the glizzy, it f**k up your lungs
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 sh*t
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)
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, "F**k 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
F**k it, I'm grabbin' a gun
Spin your block, boy, you know what you've done
Shots out the glizzy, it f**k up your lungs
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, "F**k 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
F**k it, I'm grabbin' a gun
Spin your block, boy, you know what you've done
Shots out the glizzy, it f**k up your lungs
Uh, half of these n***as be hoes, act like they hard on the media, know they ain't street
These n***as playin' with they nose, must be some goofies they think 'bout f**kin' with me
Had Mitchie go f**k on they hoes, I be with rich n***as, but I'm still in the street
Brodie just gave me a pole
When I shoot, watch the back of it fold
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, "F**k 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
F**k it, I'm grabbin' a gun
Spin your block, boy, you know what you've done
Shots out the glizzy, it f**k up your lungs
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 sh*t
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)
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, "F**k 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
F**k it, I'm grabbin' a gun
Spin your block, boy, you know what you've done
Shots out the glizzy, it f**k up your lungs
