Pluto Kar - DECEASED (feat. Vlonelyhrs)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We spot an opp
We treat it like cheese in a trap, close the door then we turning the lock
The fuck is the kitty, we grabbing the forty three., shooting the Glock
We ran in his spot cause we looking for all of the green in the pots
We shooting shit up and we airing shit out, and we never gonna stop

I wear all black, like I'm deceased
I fucked the white bitch to Afro-beats
She do the sand, she like the beach
I'm in a lamb, I'm tryna creep
Your talking is cheap, I fucked that bitch at the Meet and Greet
She said I'm elite, I fucked that bitch like an athlete
I make the bitch in the back show boobies
Whole lot of sticks, Call of Duty
Whole lot of clips, shoot movies
Hop out and skate on them niggas like Zumiez
Yeah, yeah, I got a whole lot of shells, yeah, turtle
Hop out and shoot at an opp, yeah, murder

Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We spot an opp
We treat it like cheese in a trap, close the door then we turning the lock
The fuck is the kitty, we grabbing the forty three., shooting the Glock
We ran in his spot cause we looking for all of the green in the pots
We shooting shit up and we airing shit out, and we never gonna stop

Written by:
Jakkar Kinard, Malik Lilly

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