plotting and scheming

Uh-huh, ay, uh, huh (LBC)

I was plotting and scheming, tryna get through the season

These motherfuckers hating on me for no reason

Stop with the dissing, it's the tweeting

Ain't never been the type to keep on beefing

But if we beefing, you know that we squeezing

Leave him in pieces, ain't tryna get even

Get to them racks, you knowin' that we keep them

And all of these bitches knowin' we don't need them

'Cause I been poppin' my shit for too long

You know the youngin', the guy that's had screwed on

And I done winnin', they copped me a new home

Need me a miller, this shit takin' too long

I ain't coppin' no Rollie, no two-tone

Fuck, we get hit up if he wanna move wrong

Ain't no steps, you can take out my shoes

Don't step on his neck if he talk about the crew, though

Talk about the crew, though, you know what we do

We been standing in twos, and we stepping in twos

He wanna play, got a weapon to use

Split his body, then we left him in two

Three steps, then we craft up a shoe

Won a test, and got a lesson for you

Here bitch, this F is for you

Quit talking about shit that you never gonna do

I told her bro, they to quit with the diss

And I swear to God, I know they want my position

Back then, they ain't everyone listen

But now I got cash, they go tagging the mentions

Yeah, you know they gon' tag me

Pack this shit got me dragging

Play with me, and I'm a drag

I'm caught, I'm lacking, and that boy got his ass kicked

I was plotting and scheming, tryna get through the season

These motherfuckers hating on me for no reason

Stop with the dissing, it's the tweeting

Ain't never been the type to keep on beefing

But if we beefing, you know that we squeezing

Leave him in pieces, ain't tryna get even (grrah, grrah)

Get to them racks, you knowin' that we keep them

And all of these bitches knowin' we don't need them

Watch your mouth and how you talk to me, my nigga, don't get it twisted

I'm the nigga sitting in the kitchen while your bitch doing the dishes

You claim to be your boss, you should have won about your business

Intimidations instead of motivations is what you're giving

Don't start with the shivering, I won't start with your liver then

We'll start with your lungs for all that bullshit that you're helling in

Boy, who do you think you better than? 'Cause you know let the devil in

Can't compare me no nightmares, I worship that boy Slinerman

Reel them in, leave them on the dead end

Let the neighborhood kids discover them a dead man

Certified stepper, you should've called me the gunman

The way the rounds had spun them, the neighbors thought we spun them

Wasn't even focused, I was staring at the drumroll (LBC)

Counted down to home though, as he stumbled to a fumble

Watch as his thoughts slowly crumble

Somebody should've told that little boy that I was troubled

I was plotting and scheming, tryna get through the season

These motherfuckers hating on me for no reason

Stop with the dissing, it's the tweeting

Ain't never been the type to keep on beefing

But if we beefing, you know that we squeezing

Leave him in pieces, ain't tryna get even

Get to them racks, you knowin' that we keep them

And all of these bitches knowin' we don't need them

(LBC)