Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Plan, artist - Foogiano.
Date of issue: 06.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Plan |
Never trust |
Nobody (SpiffoMadeIt, bitch) |
Hey |
I met this lil' bitch |
Yeah, she say she from Atlanta |
Say she move like Danny Phantom |
I told her, «Let's get it |
You know how to use a hammer? |
Put that nigga on a banner?» |
She said, «What the mission? |
Foogi, tell me what to do |
We can do it me and you» |
I said, «Point the tool |
If that pussy nigga move |
Make that nigga hear the boom» |
I said, «This the plan |
You gon' get him to the spot |
Make sure that you off the clock |
'Bout 2 o’clock |
Get to reachin' for his cock |
You’ll be pullin' out the Glock |
I’ll take it from there |
I’ll be comin' up the stairs with a drum that’s hittin' like a snare |
He ain’t no bear |
What we ask him, he gon' tell |
The beam on him never fail» |
She said, «Foo, I got it |
Boy, let’s go and get this profit |
He move wrong and he get bodied» |
I told her I like her |
When we done, girl, I’ma pipe her |
Hit you with the Roddy Piper |
Now this how it go |
All-black Tahoe |
That be posted at the store |
You hit the door |
Ask the nigga for some smokes |
Then show somethin', you make him choke |
You give him a smile |
Look that nigga up and down |
Ask that nigga for a gram |
He give you a dub |
Blowin' kisses for the love |
He reachin' out, he want a hug |
You give him a squeeze |
Tell that nigga you don’t tease |
Reach down and rub his knee |
He ask for your number |
Get his phone and type your number |
He don’t know he in the thunder |
He hit you later |
Tell him that you 'bout your paper |
He say he got plenty paper |
You tell him to prove it |
Where you at and what you doin'? |
Pull up, boy, let’s make a movie |
He said, «Girl, I’m comin' |
Damn, baby, but you’re rushin' |
Make me think you’re up to somethin'» |
You say, «Nigga, please |
When I gave you that lil' squeeze |
I told you, nigga, I don’t tease |
Now what you gon' do? |
Come here, nigga, or it’s through |
I got better shit to do |
You say you got money? |
Well, this pussy cost some hundreds |
Too expensive, stop your frontin'» |
He said, «Where you at? |
You’ll call a nigga’s bluff |
I like that, baby girl, what’s up?» |
You drop your location |
Mask on like I’m Jason |
He don’t know I’m in the basement |
He pick her up |
Same black Tahoe truck |
Thirties on it, lifted up |
Take off to the spot |
He start flexin' plenty knots |
Steady lookin' at the clock |
It’s 'bout 1 o’clock |
Nigga say he got a drop |
Partner pull up with a Glock |
He drop off a pack-ah |
Then he leave, but he was lackin' |
Get the pack and he unwrap it |
Bales of the gas |
Peepin' out, I lift my mask |
Made my heart start beatin' fast |
He walk to a room |
He come back, he got a broom |
He sweepin' up the residue |
'Bout a bag and a half |
Then he hand her a big bag |
Tell her, «Go and get some cash» |
She drop the bag |
Tell him, «I don’t want no bag |
Nigga, I just want the cash» |
He tell her, «Come here» |
He start kissin' on her ear |
Rubbin' all up on her hips |
She say, «Where my money? |
Hundreds, fifties, and the twenties |
You must thought that I was frontin' |
You flexin' them bags |
I don’t care nothin' 'bout no bag |
You could be the middleman |
Don’t fuck with no Patrick |
You a Patrick if you cappin' |
Thought you said you had them rackades» |
He go to the safe |
Put them hundreds in her face |
Heart beatin' like I ran a race |
She look at the clock |
Action time, it’s 2 o’clock |
Let’s turn this shit here up a notch |
He goin' up the stairs |
They start walkin' up the stairs |
He grab her ass and pull her hair |
She say, «Get my guap» |
Turn around, he count a knot |
He turn around, he see the Glock |