Future PLUTOSKI Lyrics

"PLUTOSKI"


Woah

Yeah, yeah

I don't even know what she is

I just took care of the bill

We not no regular niggas

These not the regular pointers

Stunt this and I'm just gon' show it

Thousand one grams on a chain

I'm gettin' my currency changed

Goin' out the country, street nigga, we gangsters

Shit you can get bein' famous

Can't hang with a nigga false claimin'

They just be tryna talk like us, yeah

Bitch don't know what clarity is

I've been runnin' shit for more than a few years, yeah (Plutoski)


Chop off the doors again (Ski)

Chop all the doors off the hinges (Plutoski)

Whip up the bowl again (Ski)

Trappin' out loads (Plutoski)

Sippin' on dope again (Ski)

I'm back in that mode (Plutoski)

Told all the dogs, "Work the other one" (Ski)

We got another one (Plutoski)

Filipino or Korean

I don't even know even know what she is

I just been taggin' 'em in

Ridin' with Satan again (Plutoski)

I throw the magazine in

Streets turn a boy to a man

We goin' dark, it's nasty

Use the lil' blogs to gas me


Yeah, uh, oh, yeah

Trappin' out the trap, oh, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

I'm flippin' out the strap, oh, yeah (For the syrup)

I'm flippin' the— oh, yeah

I'm thuggin' the thug, oh, yeah

I'm thuggin' again, oh, yeah

I'm blessin', I'm bless, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm flippin', I'm flippin', oh, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah

Uh, oh, yeah

Trappin' out the trap, oh, yeah

I'm flippin' out the strap, oh, yeah

I'm flippin' the— oh, yeah

I'm thuggin' the thug, oh, yeah

I'm thuggin' again, oh, yeah

I'm blessin', I'm bless, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm flippin', I'm flippin', oh, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah


Rappin' and robbin' again

Streets turned a boy to a millionaire, drinkin' on lean again

I don't even know what she is

Filipino or Korean

Send out the lo' and I'm pullin' up, I got it on me again

Six in the mornin' again

Hoggin' the road in the Benz

I'm on my way to the tail

She tanglin' up with her friend

I'm tanglin' up with 'em too

I'm doin' what a rich nigga do

I throw a party inside my crib

I'm throwin' a Ferrari inside my ears


Yeah, uh, oh, yeah

Trappin' out the trap, oh, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

I'm flippin' out the strap, oh, yeah (For the syrup)

I'm flippin' the— oh, yeah

I'm thuggin' the thug, oh, yeah

I'm thuggin' again, oh, yeah

I'm blessin', I'm bless, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm flippin', I'm flippin', oh, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah

Uh, oh, yeah

Trappin' out the trap, oh, yeah

I'm flippin' out the strap, oh, yeah

I'm flippin' the— oh, yeah

I'm thuggin' the thug, oh, yeah

I'm thuggin' again, oh, yeah

I'm blessin', I'm bless, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm flippin', I'm flippin', oh, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah

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