Lyrics PLUTO! (feat. BIG LAX) - Redster

Had to go ghost for a minute
Big bag in my hand and I'm in it
I keep one phone for the business
I keep one phone for the bitches, yea
I lost my way to the vision
I had some awful beginnings
But you know it's up and it's stuck
I'm prayin' to god for forgiveness

Heavenly father gon send him to hell
Flex on these niggas like Pluto and Kel
He said his name and it don't ring a bell
I got some secrets I'm never gon tell
Pack in the air, you can tell by the smell
Smokin' on loud, boy I'm smokin' on yell
I need a beat with a beautiful mel
Diamonds on water, they came from the well (Ok, ok)
Life done changed since I got my bag
Look at how fast time pass
Lookin' through the world, Cartier eyeglass
Look at all the wealth I have
She said she hate me for not making time
It's getting harder to manage this life
I'm on the clouds when I'm going through strife
I swear this shit, it aint right
Swiping the card, I aint checking the price
Racks in the jeans and it's making 'em tight
Pop at his mans cuz he think he a blimp
Nigga let's see how you fly
Everyday I feel like I'm finna die
Everyday I think I walk a thin line
Everyday I think I'm wasting my time
I think I'm all out of time
All black whip gon move like stealth
Taking all these drugs won't fix myself
Deep down I think that I know
How can I fix what I also broke
Chain too cold like Santa's elves
200 dash give a fuck bout health
Broke your heart, your HP low
Thinkin' bout things how they were before

Had to go ghost for a minute
Big bag in my hand and I'm in it
I keep one phone for the business
I keep one phone for the bitches, yea
I lost my way to the vision
I had some awful beginnings
But you know it's up and it's stuck
I'm prayin' to god for forgiveness

I keep one phone for the hoes
I keep one phone for the money
Niggas swear they gon take something from me
I gotta let 'em know they ugly
They don't got nothin appealing
Been on top get my head through the ceiling
You get popped I ain't never concealing
I just move I don't stop when I'm reeling
Oh what a feeling
I'm gettin on
From where I'm sitting you ain't watching the throne
We shut your trap if we don't like your tone
Boy you ain't Us I can't fuck with a clone
Yo bitch fetching the nut had to give her a bone
When I'm wit that bitch I go deep like Mahomes
Can't spread out my guap I can't give out a loan
Only share bread with my girl and my bros

When you hit my line make sure that it's the right phone
Cause I might go ghost for a minute
I keep one phone for the business
I keep one phone for the bitches, yea
I lost my way to the vision
I had some awful beginnings
But you know it's up and it's stuck
I'm prayin' to god for forgiveness