Future - PLUTOSKI [Lyrics]

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♫ Future - PLUTOSKI Stream: » Drill Playlist: » Future: - - » PLUTOSKI Lyrics: [Intro] Woah Yeah, yeah I don't even know what she is I just took care of the bill We not no regular niggas These not the regular pointers Stunt this and I'm just gon' show it Thousand one grams on a chain I'm gettin' my currency changed Goin' out the country, street nigga, we gangsters Shit you can get bein' famous Can't hang with a nigga false claimin' They just be tryna talk like us, yeah Bitch don't know what clarity is I've been runnin' shit for more than a few years, yeah (Plutoski) [Verse 1] Chop off the doors again (Ski) Chop all the doors off the hinges (Plutoski) Whip up the bowl again (Ski) Trappin' out loads (Plutoski) Sippin' on dope again (Ski) I'm back in that mode (Plutoski) Told all the dogs, "Work the other one" (Ski) We got another one (Plutoski) Filipino or Korean I don't even know even know what she is I just been taggin' 'em in Ridin' with Satan again (Plutoski) I throw the magazine in Streets turn a boy to a man We goin' dark, it's nasty Use the lil' blogs to gas me [Chorus] Yeah, uh, oh, yeah Trappin' out the trap, oh, yeah (Yeah, yeah) I'm flippin' out the strap, oh, yeah (For the syrup) I'm flippin' the— oh, yeah I'm thuggin' the thug, oh, yeah I'm thuggin' again, oh, yeah I'm blessin', I'm bless, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm flippin', I'm flippin', oh, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah Uh, oh, yeah Trappin' out the trap, oh, yeah I'm flippin' out the strap, oh, yeah I'm flippin' the— oh, yeah I'm thuggin' the thug, oh, yeah I'm thuggin' again, oh, yeah I'm blessin', I'm bless, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm flippin', I'm flippin', oh, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah [Veres 2] Rappin' and robbin' again Streets turned a boy to a millionaire, drinkin' on lean again I don't even know what she is Filipino or Korean Send out the lo' and I'm pullin' up, I got it on me again Six in the mornin' again Hoggin' the road in the Benz I'm on my way to the tail She tanglin' up with her friend I'm tanglin' up with 'em too I'm doin' what a rich nigga do I throw a party inside my crib I'm throwin' a Ferrari inside my ears [Chorus] Yeah, uh, oh, yeah Trappin' out the trap, oh, yeah (Yeah, yeah) I'm flippin' out the strap, oh, yeah (For the syrup) I'm flippin' the— oh, yeah I'm thuggin' the thug, oh, yeah I'm thuggin' again, oh, yeah I'm blessin', I'm bless, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm flippin', I'm flippin', oh, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah Uh, oh, yeah Trappin' out the trap, oh, yeah I'm flippin' out the strap, oh, yeah I'm flippin' the— oh, yeah I'm thuggin' the thug, oh, yeah I'm thuggin' again, oh, yeah I'm blessin', I'm bless, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm flippin', I'm flippin', oh, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah