Young Thug — The Plan

[Intro: Young Thug] Everything'll be perfect for you man, all you gotta do is fuckin' listen (Billboard Hitmakers) You dig? I'm on my chrome heart shit, you know what I'm sayin' [Chorus: Young Thug] I told my bitch the plan, told my bitch the plan (Ayy) I feel like puttin' on my mans, puttin' on my bands (Ayy) She dig what I'm sayin', dig what I'm sayin' (Ayy) I might go buy a Lamb' and put it on land (Ayy-hey) I just bought some Stans, some Adidas Stans (Ayy) Take over Pakistan, Pakistan (Ayy-hey) Percy mixed with Xans, Perky mixed with Xans We don't play, we sprayin' right out the van (Brrr-brrr) [Verse 1: Young Thug] Yeah, I wan' get paid like every day I just wan' ball like every day my birthday I just bought some watches but I'm still late I see you and your baby lookin' thirsty Ayy, I'm workin' 'em Insertin' 'em, hmm, I'm fuckin', I'm birthin' 'em Huh, they babies, I'm nursin' 'em Hmm, she stranded, she lurkin' 'em Hmm, I'm hot and I'm irkin' 'em Uh, I packed up some Percs in there I packed up the work in there I sent it with caution These niggas be fraudin' These niggas be flossin' They bitches, they dodgin' They run from a gangsta nigga They ain't used to no weapons All they know is these lame lil niggas Bro what you bang lil nigga? [?] lil nigga The shit you do lame, boy Get some salt on your name, boy I'm smokin' that ganja, got some ice on my fore arm When I cum, she gon' cum, yeah Make her cheer with no pompoms, yeah [Chorus: Young Thug] I told my bitch the plan, told my bitch the plan (Ayy) I feel like puttin' on my mans, puttin' on my mans (Ayy) She dig what I'm sayin', dig what I'm sayin' (Dig what you sayin') I might go buy a Lamb' and put it on land (Ayy-hey) I just bought some Stans, some Adidas Stans (Ayy) Take over Pakistan, Pakistan (Ayy-hey) Perky mixed with Xans, Perky mixed with Xans (Xans) We don't play, we sprayin' right out the van (Ayy-hey) [Verse 2: Gunna] Them racks came in by the ten, I lost all my friends New Forgiato rims, new '63 Benz Took risks for the fam, look out for my kin I grind 'till the end, Tom Ford on my lens How much a nigga gon' spend 'till I make a mil' for my family Them niggas, they thought I was average I didn't run when them niggas was after me Chanel on my feet, call 'em double C's I'm a loc but I run with a bumblebee We some stoners, get high, we gon' smoke a tree I rock ice, I'ma drip, you gon' notice me Bitches lookin' at the man I know you diggin' what I'm sayin' [?] with bands Pointers in a wedding band Take a trip across the land Organic weight, I'm gainin' fans I'm tryna make this shit expand They didn't wanna give me a chance So we made a plan [Chorus: Young Thug] I told my bitch the plan, told my bitch the plan (Ayy) I feel like puttin' on my mans, puttin' on my mans (Ayy) She dig what I'm sayin', dig what I'm sayin' (Ayy) I might go buy a Lamb' and put it on land (Ayy-hey) I just bought some Stans, some Adidas Stans (Ayy) Take over Pakistan, Pakistan (Ayy-hey) Percy mixed with Xans, Percy mixed with Xans (Xans) We don't play, we sprayin' right out the van (Brrr-brrr)