Kid Trunks, Flyboy Tarantino & Robb Bank$

Kid Trunks, Flyboy Tarantino & Robb Bank$ – Plottin Lyrics

Plottin

Kid Trunks, Flyboy Tarantino & Robb Bank$

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"Plottin." - Kid Trunks, Flyboy Tarantino & Robb Bank$

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 03:33 am

Album: XXXTENTACION Presents: Members Only, Vol. 4

Track No: 05

Get her watchin' my fuckin' moves
Hey B, pass me that motherfuckin' tool, man
Bitch, I'm thinkin' and plottin'
Thinkin' and plottin'
Bitch, I'm thinkin' and plottin'
While you sit and watch
Thinkin' and plottin'
Thinkin' and plottin'
Bitch, we thinkin' and plottin'
While you sit and rot
Thinkin' and plottin'
Thinkin' and plottin'
Bitch, I'm thinkin' and plottin'
While you sit and watch
Thinkin' and plottin'
Thinkin' and plottin'
We goin' up, hey
We goin' up, hey
Bitch, I'm posted in the back with a motherfuckin' chopper
You is a lame, you can never come around us
My money going up while I sit on my recliner
You shop at Ross while we got on all designer
You chase a bitch, boy, you better go and find her
I chase the bag, got a million dollar binder
I smoke that gas, I can't never get no higher
You talk that shit, we gon' put you in that fryer
Pesos
Bitch, I get to all that paper like a paperboy
All these rappers, they be fakin' like a plastic toy
If I hear you talkin', I am something you avoid
Big bankroll, my money on steroids
Thinkin' and plottin'
Thinkin' and plottin'
Bitch, I'm thinkin' and plottin'
While you sit and watch
Thinkin' and plottin'
Thinkin' and plottin'
Bitch, we thinkin' and plottin'
While you sit and rot
Thinkin' and plottin'
Thinkin' and plottin'
Bitch, I'm thinkin' and plottin'
While you sit and watch
Thinkin' and plottin'
Thinkin' and plottin'
We goin' up, hey
We goin' up, hey
Hey, dick in vagina
She moaning and grinding (Beat it up)
I can fuck that bitch up on the sink or in the shower
Wet pussy, shinin' like a fist full of diamonds
Stackin', you starvin'
I aired it out with a Carbon
Flexed up, they vexed up, bitch, I'm next up
Wanna spend a cool hundred on my necklace
I fucked your baby mama in her Lexus
I fuck her, made her sneeze, I told her bless up
Yeah I do Mary, Xans, Percs, and Juice, facts true
Ain't no truce, I got soldiers, I got juice
You see me salute
Paul Walker coupe, peel off fast, and you know I'm furious
Bitch, I ruff, ruff
Puppy love, deuce, deuce
Bitch, I'm fresh as fuck
You can't hang with us
You can't dap me up, lil' ****
'Cause we gang as fuck
You can't tell me to be safe
I'm livin' dangerous
Ridin' back to back, my **** trained to bust
Thinkin' and plottin'
Thinkin' and plottin'
Bitch, I'm thinkin' and plottin'
While you sit and watch
Thinkin' and plottin'
Thinkin' and plottin'
Bitch, we thinkin' and plottin'
While you sit and rot
Thinkin' and plottin'
Thinkin' and plottin'
Bitch, I'm thinkin' and plottin'
While you sit and watch
Thinkin' and plottin'
Thinkin' and plottin'
We goin' up, hey
We goin' up, hey

Writer(s): Kid Trunks, Flyboy Tarantino & Robb Bank$.

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