Plu2o Nash - 2012 sh** lyrics

[Verse 1: Rooski+(Lucki)] You goin to find me Yeah yeah (I'm on 48th right now homie) That pack, it's smoked boy, it's dead (?) You got that pack I'm plottin' snatchin' that (I'm snatchin that) Aye aye I'm violent dunkin, boy I Shaq Attack (Shaq attack) Aye aye aye Preme draws, she gone take it off (She gone take them off) Aye aye aye My babies gone, they all in her mouth Aye (In her mouth) Kid k**er, kid k**er, that b**h a kid k**er Aye aye Y3 pink on, feel like Cam k**a (Dipseeeet) That's not my mans, I said f**in' get him Aye ha You think you flexin boy (What are you even flexin what you got that [?] and Obey bro what the f**) Yeah (x9) Aye, you snoozin' on them xans, you walking dead (You walking dead tryna be like bossyy tryna pop xans) Aye aye aye You got the paper, I might get you there Aye aye aye I know this thotty wanna hold my hand (Lovey doveyy) Aye aye I f** her good, then tell her get on mans (I'm a sh**bag!) Aye aye Off white Chevy, cruisin' through the goat (Sawbuuuck) Oh oh oh You gotta O, Skrrt You gotta go (Stain Gaaang) Aye aye aye She say she miss me too, but I'm a ghost (I'm a ghost I'm a ghost) Aye aye aye I'm a sh**bag, b**h I come and go (Come back) Aye aye aye You a yes man and I'm Son of Sam (I'm Son of Sam) Aye aye aye I know you p**y, you might call the feds (You might call the feds) Aye aye aye I heard you snitchin' boy Yeah (x4) [Verse 2: Lucki] Ya, I heard he robbed me, I'm like, "Yeah?" This for them rumors, I'm up at his crib Stopped being free, I'm off what OJ did Yeah (x4) That b**h fake textin' boy, she sneakin' pics Aye Couldn't get a feature, so he made a diss Little do he know the Son of Sam in love with sin Aye, perc 10, pop ten Man I gotta chill (I gotta problem) Don't know, four four, looking for a Vic Oh no, she's a goner, favin' all my pics Think he bro, he's a goner, we need all of it (We need all of that) Crybaby diva, get her gone, I'm Donovan Aye yeah I heard they want the dash (They want the dash, they want the dash?) You gotta catch the dash 24/7, 4800 You know how we *bomin'* Yeah, yeah