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Jay Montana - Plot Lyrics

Plot Lyrics[Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez]
Hood hot, laws out, gotta watch 'em 'cause they all plot
I don't consent to searches, Michael Vick, made 'em bring the dogs out
Thinkin' that's your bros until y'all faint, I watched 'em fall out
Lot of these niggas cap, I take my hat off, I don't want a bald spot
Brother rich off hand transactions, I know some hustlers who wanna buy a zone
Bein' broke deep, I seen a nigga beefin', he was tryna sell his firearm
What the hell I look like sayin' them niggas' name? I won't dare, yeah
Knowin' if I go murk that lil' boy, I'm goin' fed

[Verse 1: Rylo Rodriguez]
I can't stress 'bout what they said, what he do, who she fuckin'
I come from where a nigga hug his aunt and rob his cousin
He got a trial, armed robbery, presentation, he cut his dreadlocks
My youngin Piru, he don't watch movies unless you got 'em from the Redbox
He slidin' for some minimum wage, keep bread inside his pockets
I got shooters and hoes in my phone beggin' me for bodies
I sent him a picture, yeah, I sent her a nickel (Five racks)
His bag got bigger, her ass got bigger
I put a box on a rifle, that was way before I had money
I know they drive by with no brakes, them niggas really crash dummies
'Fore DeGrassi, we been knew 'bout Dracs, they got pistols in they laps, but they'll run
Just know I got too much at stake, tell the world I like my ribeye well done
Seen a nigga play gangster, when he got shot, he ain't get no get-back
'Cause a nigga burnt you, you ain't burn him, go get your lick back
Rob a nigga, made him stay still
Glock 19, it got accuracy, I named it Baker Mayfield
Not for them, but for Lo, they'll do anything if I pay they bills

[Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez]
Hood hot, laws out, gotta watch 'em 'cause they all plot
I don't consent to searches, Michael Vick, made 'em bring the dogs out
Thinkin' that's your bros until y'all faint, I watched 'em fall out
Lot of these niggas cap, I take my hat off, I don't want a bald spot
Brother rich off hand transactions, I know some hustlers who wanna buy a zone
Bein' broke deep, I seen a nigga beefin', he was tryna sell his firearm
What the hell I look like sayin' them niggas' name? I won't dare, yeah
Knowin' if I go murk that lil' boy, I'm goin' fed
Seen a nigga play gangster, when he got shot, he ain't get no get-back
'Cause a nigga burnt you, you ain't burn him, go get your lick back

[Verse 2: Jay Montana]
Yeah, robbin' with his mask off, free my dog, I hate glass talk (Yeah)
Fixed it, I was broke a year ago, I threw my cast off
Fifteen hundred on a pint just to drink, forgot my last cough
Runnin' in the field, I send that blitz, you won't get a chance to get a pass off (Yeah)
Catch him, wet him, I don't care if it's in traffic
I keep heat, I don't sweat 'em, when I catch 'em, let 'em have it
Tana, why you on three different drugs? It's 2 a.m., yeah (It's 2 a.m.)
Why you tellin' people that it's beef? Who the hell is him? Yeah (Who the hell is him?)
I was on the end movin' weight when they closed the gym, yeah (I was movin' weight)
Fuck if he blood, he gon' bleed, I hate to be him
I post my ice for motivation, feel my best on my medication
You can keep your conversations (Yeah)
Bumped into him at Texaco, but I'm leavin' shell cases
My shooter dreaded up like Haitians
All he do is roll up thumbs, tryna get his mind off what he facin'
Fifty and 0, look how my chain hit, public figure, same shit
On they ass, this ain't no pain shit, gon' shoot you and who you came with
Reachin' for a chain, hope you got insurance on your life (On your life)
Fuck all my opps, ain't no remorse, wish I could kill 'em twice (Kill 'em twice)
Yeah, can't find love, but I bet I find lean
Tana ridin' around with twin Glocks, his gun Siamese
Rockin' Cuban links, but he a nigga, why his eyes look Chinese?
Got into it with grandma, wouldn't eat vegetables, but I was buyin' P's

[Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez]
Hood hot, laws out, gotta watch 'em 'cause they all plot
I don't consent to searches, Michael Vick, made 'em bring the dogs out
Thinkin' that's your bros until y'all faint, I watched 'em fall out
Lot of these niggas cap, I take my hat off, I don't want a bald spot
Brother rich off hand transactions, I know some hustlers who wanna buy a zone
Bein' broke deep, I seen a nigga beefin', he was tryna sell his firearm
What the hell I look like sayin' them niggas' name? I won't dare, yeah
Knowin' if I go murk that lil' boy, I'm goin' fed

[Outro: Rylo Rodriguez]
I can't stress 'bout what they said, what he do, who she fuckin'
I come from where a nigga hug his aunt and rob his cousin
He got a trial, armed robbery, presentation, he cut his dreadlocks
My youngin Piru, he don't watch movies unless you got 'em from the Redbox (You got 'em from the Redbox)
(Pockets, bread inside his pockets)
(Beggin' me for bodies, beggin' me for bodies)
(Picture, I sent a nigga five racks)
(Bag got bigger, her ass got bigger)