Offset, Key Glock - Plot lyrics

DY Krazy cicero on the beat
Hm, the fuck! Fa, fa, hey!

(Mm) Got the iced out Patek then I got
The baddie  (Ice, ice, ice, yeah, mm)
Diamonds get to dancing just
Like Michael Jackson (Woo! Mm)
Yeah, came up out the NAWF
Bando with the ratchets (NAWF, mm)
223 is automatic (Mm, mm, mm, 22) with
The snatcher (Brr-brr-brr, yeah)
Hop out the wraith, hop out the space
It's moon walking on stars (Wraith, yeah)
First I had ran my check
Up then frostbite my arm (Ay, yeah)
I pay me a fifty ball
Elliot raindrop the charm (Fifty ball, uh)
I'm watchin', I'm grippin' my fire
I don't know what he on (Bow)

I see the plot, I squeeze the Glock
We pull up and sweep the block (Brrt, okay)
Gimme a thot, then put her on
Plots, and gimme a dope, why not?
(Uh, okay)
Hunnid on watches, thirty on foxes
Still sippin' on Act, I stopped it (Act)
Ship the boxes, make the profit
Bentley Bentaiga, ostrich

Glock! Fuck nigga watchin', I keep
The rocket, shoot em, james Harden
(fire)
I'm ridin' with a carbine, and a lil thottie
Let the beat bump and I'm coughing
(Skrrt, thot)
You think she a Barbie but she a robber
She goin' straight in your pockets (yeah)
No I'm not sorry, get it regardless
Young nigga ballin' Steve Harvey (ballin')
My man and my top, I lost it (gone)
Play with lil Glock and it cost you
(play with lil thot)
Don't need the dentist I'm flossin' (floss)
My team got the green like we Boston
(bossin')
I take em to school and white chalk her
(school)
In the trap smokin' hot like I golf her (hmm)
Lil bitch she was buggin' I offed her (hmm)
My neck and wrist sick, where the doctor?
(sick, uh) franklin, guessin, Jetson
Yeah I got to have it (got these racks)
Diamonds twinklin' dancin' got
These bitches staring (yuh, yuh)
They like how I'm swaggin'
This expensive fabric (swaggin, Glock)
Boy you fresh as hell
What the fuck you wearin'? And I
Got the iced out Patek then I got the baddie
(Ice, ice, ice, yeah, hey)
Diamonds get to dancing just
Like Michael Jackson (Woo! yeah)
Yeah, came up out the NAWF
Bando with the ratchets (NAWF)
223 is automatic
(22) with the snatcher (Brr-brr-brr)
Hop out the wraith, hop out the space
It's moon walking on stars (Wraith, yeah)
First I had ran my check
Up then frostbite my arm (Ay, yeah)
I pay me a fifty ball
Elliot raindrop the charm (Fifty ball, uh)
I'm watchin', I'm grippin' my fire
I don't know what he on (Bow)