Part Of The Plan - Nafe Smallz, M Huncho

Burn out the tires in the new coupe, in these new shoes, damn

I’m what she desires, she can’t touch this, she gotta wait, goddamn

I’m with the riders, they on violence, scene all stare at my gang

Gimme that cheque, I get lit, this was all part of the plan

All them man lose shit, I put the salt in it

'Cause you never know where you gon' go with it

Where I’m livin', I don’t go on road with it

But my family’s still gotta stroll with it

Put the VVs on, cold with it

Pussy smellin' like a rose, innit

Dive in it, out my zone with it

Nah, she don’t ever wanna go, nigga

I’m a new breed, ozone

And niggas still singin' my old flows

It’s Gucci, Coco

The girl wanna be in my photos

And these groupies loco

But I ain’t never takin' you home, no

This movie in slo-mo

My life’s too lit cah I’m so zoned

It’s way too lit, we stay too lit

The zone too lit, we take your bitch

She rate this drip and take this dick

Graveyard shift, can’t wait for this

Save my shit, that’s what made me rich

This month made about eighty quid

41 and I face my spliff

All of them nights I prayed for this

All of them nights I prayed for this

I prayed for this, I worked for this

I wake up cold, I smoke my spliff

I earn my dough, I break my bread

Pay my dues

I wrote my script

I drive through ends, I don’t do tints

They act surprised to see the kid

I’m a born ten, I’m so cold with it

And my Nike trackies had some holes in it

They told me that they had no hope in me

Now they tell me that I’m movin' dope, innit

My old girl’s still in love with me

Dig her pussy like there’s gold in it

Dig her pussy like there’s gold in it

Ain’t a rookie, I’m a pro with it

I been a pro, baby, I’m a soul nigga

Out my zone, baby

Spend a hundred K, still broke, baby

Ain’t nobody fuckin' with a old baby

Took the Lamborghini for the weekend

Her pussy wet, I’m in the deep end

Loud sex, she freakin'

When you see me, it’s that new season, yeah, yeah

She want Givenchy bags and new shoes

Now I ain’t stressin' like I used to

Follow my instinct like it’s Blue’s Clues

Found my connection, ain’t no bluetooth

I woulda hit it but she too rude

Get out my mixtape, put out new new

They wanna burn me but I’m too shrewd

Burn down the building, need a new booth

Burn out the tires in the new coupe, in these new shoes, damn

I’m what she desires, she can’t touch this, she gotta wait, goddamn

I’m with the riders, they on violence, scene all stare at my gang

Gimme that cheque, I get lit, this was all part of the plan

Burn out the tires in the new coupe, in these new shoes, damn

I’m what she desires, she can’t touch this, she gotta wait, goddamn

I’m with the riders, they on violence, scene all stare at my gang

Gimme that cheque, I get lit, this was all part of the plan