Plain Clothes ft. FleeJ Lyrics

Four deep in the lambo with a Draco

In LA like Chief Keef and Tato Moon Loc 38 got a Potato

Nigga you a stain if I say so Six shots on his top if he play close

Tell a nigga bag, back we those Play those

All you niggas police and plain clothes

Watch how you niggas talk, they tap phones Is these Niggas friends or feds, man I don't

Know Why he told what he said, that's a no-no

I put the 38 up, bought the 4-4

Shot the nigga in his head, where the gun go

Who, what, when, where

Bitch we don't know TMI, too much info

Pussy nigga bought a knife, he should've bought a Gun

I ain't know she bite down, but she extra one In certain spots you need a chip, some

Need a 101 Pop Pockets S and Codeine when I'm having

Fun I used to lay low with her crib when I was

On the run And we get it in the spot just like Pescigo

Swipe a bitch some Gucci slips, I don't pay for them

Friends turn fo, I stay away from them

Somewhere in Cali, we don't pay for rents

I told the plug to send it on a plane for us

Bitch tried to tell me she wasn't basic

But every ho fuckin' inside the Spaces ship

I ain't fuckin' with a bitch if she don't taste it

I ain't buyin' you slippers or bracelets

Bitch you can't roll my weed, you might lace it

Once we fuck, get out my crib, ain't no placement

You better suck it, ain't no kissin', we ain't datin

One time, none, bitch get out, ain't no waitin