Plain Jane

My bro got the plane jain Cartier In big GLE doin the dash My bro dropped a four of the wock I just pray that I hope he don't crash I just got back to LA My bitch keep textin' me mad I'm in that motherfuckin' lamb chop This shit got the digital dash My bro got the plane jain Cartier In big GLE doin the dash My bro dropped a four of the wock I just pray that I hope he don't crash I just got back to LA My bitch keep textin' me mad I'm in that motherfuckin' lamb chop This shit got the digital dash My nigga, you breakin' the code Put a bitch right over your man's You know I stay fly like a bird So my desert eagle is tan They wanna ride all in the Sprinter But who was there back in the van I remember these bitches that curved me Now I'll send a bitch back to her man My niggas, yeah, we wit whatever Yeah, you only tough on the gram My girl, she should be vogue I heard that you fuckin' your fans I hit the hoe right from behind She said that you wasn't her man This za got me so damn high I don't know when I'm goin' to land My bro got the plane jain Cartier In big GLE doin the dash My bro dropped a four of the wock I just pray that I hope he don't crash I just got back to LA My bitch keep textin' me mad I'm in that motherfuckin' lamb chop This shit got the digital dash My bro got the plane jain Cartier In big GLE doin the dash My bro dropped a four of the wock I just pray that I hope he don't crash I just got back to LA My bitch keep textin' me mad I'm in that motherfuckin' lamb chop This shit got the digital dash