KiD TRUNKS – Plottin' lyrics

(feat. Flyboy Tarantino & Robb Bank$)

[Intro]
Gling! Gling, gling! Gling, gling! Gling, gling!
Ayee!

[Chorus]
Bitch I'm thinking and plotting (Gling)
Thinking and plotting (Gling, gling, gling)
Bitch I'm thinking and plotting (Gling)
While you sit and watch (Gling, gling, gling, gling)
Thinking and plotting (Gling)
Thinking and plotting (Gling, gling, gling, gling)
Bitch we thinking and plotting (Ayee!)
While you sit and rot
Thinking and plotting (Gling, gling)
Thinking and plotting (Gling, gling, gling, gling)
Bitch I'm thinking and plotting
While you sit and watch (Gling, gling)
Thinking and plotting
Thinking and plotting (Gling, gling, yuh, ayee)

[Verse 1]
Bitch I'm posted in the back with a motherfucking chopper (Yuh, yuh, gling, gling, gling)
You is a lame, you can never come around us (Yuh, yuh, gling, gling, gling)
My money going up while I sit on my recliner (Gling, gling, gling, gling)
You shop at Ross while we got designer (Aye, aye, gling, gling, gling)
You chase a bitch, boy you better go and find her (Yuh, yuh, gling, gling, gling)
I chase the bag, got a million dollar binder (Yuh, gling, gling, gling)
I smoke that gas, I can't never get no higher (Gling, gling)
We talk that shit, we gon' put you in that fryer (Aye! Aye!)
Pesos, bitch I get to all the paper like a paperboy (Yuh! Yuh! Aye! Aye!)
All these rappers, they be faking like a plastic toy (Gling, gling, gling)
If I hear you talking, I am something you avoid (Aye, aye, gling, gling)
Big band bro, my money on steroids (Yuh, gling, gling, gling)

[Chorus]
Thinking and plotting (Gling)
Thinking and plotting (Gling, gling, gling, gling)
Bitch I'm thinking and plotting (Gling)
While you sit and watch (Gling, gling, gling, gling)
Thinking and plotting (Gling)
Thinking and plotting (Gling, gling, gling, gling)
Bitch we thinking and plotting (Ayee!)
While you sit and rot
Thinking and plotting (Gling, gling)
Thinking and plotting (Gling, gling, gling, gling)
Bitch I'm thinking and plotting
While you sit and watch (Gling, gling)
Thinking and plotting (Yuh!)
Thinking and plotting (Gling, gling, yuh, ayee!)

[Verse 2: Robb Bank$]
Dick in vagina, she moaning and grinding (Beat it up)
I can fuck that bitch up on the sink or in the shower (Yuh, yuh, facts, facts, facts)
Wet pussy shining like a fist full of diamonds (Bling)
Stacking, you starving
I ate it out with a [?](Brrr, yeah let's go!)

[Verse 3]
Flexed up, they vexed up, bitch I'm next up (Fact)
Wanna spend a cool hundred on my necklace (Yah, yah)
I fucked your baby momma in her Lexus (Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
I fuck her, made her sneeze, I told her bless up (Achoo!)

[Verse 4: Robb Bank$]
Yeah I do Mary, Xans, Percs and Juice, facts true
Ain't no truth, I got soldiers, I got juice (Yuh, yuh, yuh)
You see me salute
Paul Walker coupe, peel off fast and you know I'm furious
Bitch I ruff ruff
Puppy love, deuce deuce

[Verse 5]
Bitch I'm fresh as fuck, you can't hang with us (Yuh!)
You can't dap me up lil nigga cause we gang as fuck
You can't tell me to be safe, I'm living dangerous
Riding back to back, my niggas trained to bust

[Chorus]
I'm thinking and plotting (Gling)
Thinking and plotting (Gling, gling, gling, gling)
Bitch I'm thinking and plotting (Gling)
While you sit and watch (Gling, gling, gling, gling)
Thinking and plotting (Gling)
Thinking and plotting (Gling, gling, gling, gling)
Bitch we thinking and plotting (Ayee!)
While you sit and rot
Thinking and plotting (Gling, gling)
Thinking and plotting (Gling, gling, gling, gling)
Bitch I'm thinking and plotting
While you sit and watch (Gling, gling)
Thinking and plotting (Yuh! Bitch)
Thinking and plotting (Ayee!)