[Chorus: Armonde]
Take a Plan B, I don't want more sons
Because my Plan A was to run them they ones
But since they feel threatened and totin' they guns, Pumped Up Kicks, see how fast they can run
Real bitch don't need a citation, don't compare us, there is no relation
Grillin' niggas, they burnt to cremation
Hundred-one knots, knotted up like dalmatians
[Verse 1: Armonde]
You know what's up, don't gotta tell it
When up in the Lambo, might have to propel it
Not talkin' no Kaliii, but tell 'em to Zelle it
My body worth millions but don't even sell it (What's up)
Just like a banker, I'm makin' him chase
Drink cups with diamonds, got expensive taste
I'm real quick to drag but it's never a race
Talkin' no litter when I say, "No waist"
My body turnt, he in love with it bad
He fiendin' for the moment seein' if I let him smash
Had to leave him hurt, crush his hopes, now he mad
Now he 'bout to tweak and he still won't get no ass (Uh, no ass)
Switched flows but ain't switchin' my tone
I'm talkin' my shit, y'all upset through the phone
I'm catchin' these fades 'fore I'm legal and grown
A nigga like me, I can— (Never be cloned)
[Chorus: Armonde & Kemory Lore]
Take a Plan B, I don't want more sons
Because my Plan A was to run them they ones
But since they feel threatened and totin' they guns, Pumped Up Kicks, see how fast they can run
Real bitch don't need a citation (Nope), don't compare us, there is no relation
Grillin' niggas, they burnt to cremation
Hundred-one knots, knotted up like dalmatians (I'm trying my best, okay?)
[Verse 2: Kemory Lore & Armonde]
I'm the monster that's tearin' this place up (Uh)
Who's that nigga that's bringin' your taste up? (Uh)
When we pull up, you can't have a problem
Problem kid, but baby, I solve 'em (Baby, I solve 'em)
Monde, SIAH, Casa and I, we roll for respect 'cause we monsters tonight
When you step up to me, better get one knee 'cause I cannot continue if you wastin' my time
I set things on fire, this Volvo electric
Pull up to the party, the party is hectic
I give 'em whiplash, we bigger in Texas
You hide in a shell, bro, you need to stop
Song, just like you, a bop
I'm leavin' my scent 'cause this is the "Freak Inception"
These niggas need to learn a lesson
Not takin' Plan B— (But nigga, I run invitations)
[Chorus: Armonde & FREE SIAH]
Take a Plan B, I don't want more sons
Because my Plan A was to run them they ones
But since they feel threatened and totin' they guns, Pumped Up Kicks, see how fast they can run
Real bitch don't need a citation (Nope), don't compare us, there is no relation (Y'all know what it is, man)
Grillin' niggas, they burnt to cremation (It's that FREE SIAH, nigga, man, big 9600 shit, grrah, baow, baow)
Hundred-one knots, knotted up like dalmatians
[Verse 3: FREE SIAH]
Remember I said, "Get off my dick, 'cause y'all suspect"? Ayo Niyah, we smokin' your dad
I heard—, been talkin' real reckless, he do not want me to bend through that Ave
Nigga, please grab a pencil and paper, I'm 'bout to take these lil niggas to class (Baow, baow)
Niyah, I know you stayin' in Houston, but me and ZEO on court like we play for the Mavs (Grr)
H-hold on, let me talk to these niggas
Luca got poked and we smokin' that nigga
Give a fuck 'bout a gun that you totin', my nigga
'Cause I got a gun and my shit really different (9600, bitch)
J.R. my bro, I know he gon' flick that (Baow)
Bad bitch in the party, she blick that
But she stink, I do not wanna hit that
And it's still "Fuck Oddcord", don't forget that
[Chorus: Armonde]
Take a Plan B, I don't want more sons (Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow)
Because my Plan A was to run them they ones
But since they feel threatened and totin' they guns, Pumped Up Kicks, see how fast they can run
Real bitch don't need a citation (Nope), don't compare us, there is no relation
Grillin' niggas, they burnt to cremation
Hundred-one knots, knotted up like dalmatians
[Verse 4: Casanova!]
What in the fuck? Bulge in my pants 'cause I'm keepin' one tucked (Yeah, 'cause I'm keepin' one tucked)
Got these shots for your head, nigga, better get duckin' (Uh huh, woah)
Kick her out of my crib if she can't get to suckin' (Yeah)
I'm countin' my bread and I'm countin' my cheese, nigga
I don't give a fuck, if you knuckin', I'm buckin'
Put that Sp5der, she said that I'm buggin'
She said, "Take it off", she tryna get stuffed like a muffin
And my closet is full of Essentials (Ah, yeah)
Got a new card, they ain't get my credentials, shit
I'm inside of her mouth like dentals
If he fuck with the gang, he get hit in his mental
Everything strapped, I ain't ever need a shoelace
Niggas get money, they tryna be Two-Face
That shit ain't my problem, it's not a big deal
They tryna be gangsta, don't see the appeal (Shut the fuck up)
[Chorus: Armonde]
Take a Plan B, I don't want more sons
Because my Plan A was to run them they ones
But since they feel threatened and totin' they guns, Pumped Up Kicks, see how fast they can run
Real bitch don't need a citation (Nope), don't compare us, there is no relation
Grillin' niggas, they burnt to cremation
Hundred-one knots, knotted up like dalmatians
[Outro: Armonde, Kemory Lore, FREE SIAH, Casanova]
Take a Plan B, I don't want more sons
Because my Plan A was to run them they ones
But since they feel threatened and totin' they guns, Pumped Up Kicks, see how fast they can run
Real bitch don't need a citation
I'm the monster that's tearin' this place up
Get off my dick 'cause yall suspect
Shots for your head, nigga, better get duckin'
