Текст песни Pleads (feat. Chief Keef & Nardo Wick) - GNAR , Nardo Wick , Chief Keef

Three on my feet, four on my tee (whoo)
Five on my side (whoo), six on my hand (whoo), two for my jean (whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo)
You wanna diss (whoo), you wanna sleep (whoo), but won't see me
You gonna plea (whoo), you'll beg and plead (whoo)

The ball is on me, it's underneath (whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo)
Thinkin' you can fuck with me, which one of me? (Whoo, whoo, whoo)
I wanna see (whoo), one for the 'Cat, two for the Track'
Four for the Rolls, spent all them racks, can't get it back

I'm with the choppa to shoot down the plane, I'm finna start me a world war (ah, ah)
Saddam Hussein, smokin' on pain, big-ass Sprite, it's straight orange
She grind on my dick like a skateboard (skateboard), run to the bank like a race horse (race horse)
Just give me the top, I know you a bop, I don't really wanna go on dates, whore

If I really like it, I'll buy you a bag, when it come to that pussy, don't pay for it (pay)
I'm in O'Block with my motherfuckin' gang, drinkin' on syrup like my throat sore
All my young nigga, they ready to crash, workin' that pole like, "Dance, whore" (brr, brr)
Walk to the crib with a calm lil' fit, yo' bitch like, "Damn, I got aura"

Give me that pussy like the Cat in the Hat (oh)
Came out the trap, and I'm crackin' her back (rrah)
Your bitch is bad, mine badder than that
Jumped in the Porsche and got right to the racks (damn)

Feel like I'm Santa, I stay with the sack
When I talk shit, they start pedalin' back
Just like a cobra, I'm killin' the rats
I don't give a fuck, I'll crash out on the track

Start seein' red and I'm fadin' to black
I'm on opp block, and I'm very relaxed (rrah)
Just like I'm Bernie, I stay with the MAC
Wanted the bitch, but I ran to the bag

What's up, Atlanta? You know I got swag
Makin' 'em beat like a motherfuckin' pad
Lil Gnar, Big Guap, can't go out sad
First, second, third, I won't never be last

Three on my feet, four on my tee, five on my side, six on my hand, two for my jean
You wanna diss, you wanna sleep, but won't see me, you gonna plea, you'll beg and plead
The ball is on me, it's underneath
Thinkin' you can fuck with me, which one of me?
I wanna see, one for the 'Cat, two for the Track'
Four for the Rolls, spent all them racks (ah, ah), ain't get it back (ah)

Pull up, zoom, zoom, hop out, boom, boom, boom, boom (rrah, rrah, rrah)
Say he steppin' like I step, he can't, he ain't even laced his shoes (what the fuck be wrong?)
What the fuck be wrong with nigga? These niggas ain't handlin' bidness (mm, mm, mm)
I don't got eczema, but my fingers just won't stop itchin' (grrah, grrah)

Tell me where the fuck they at, niggas know I be ready to blitz it (mm)
Feel like a trick or somethin', they know I be ready to spin it (mm-mm)
Slidin' and swingin' that mini Drac' like Adonis at the park (grrah, grrah)
All these niggas 'round me bite, nigga, better watch how you bark (grrah, grrah, grrah)
Hurry up and roll my window down like a nigga in here just farted (hm)
Hurry up and roll my window, mm, fuck that, let me hop out, park it
One ARP, two mini Dracs, three glizzy Glocks, four niggas popped, fa-la-la-la (rrah, rrah)

Three on my feet, four on my tee, five on my side, six on my hand, two for my jean
You wanna diss, you wanna sleep, but won't see me, you gonna plea, you'll beg and plead
The ball is on me, it's underneath
Thinkin' you can fuck with me, which one of me?
I wanna see, one for the 'Cat, two for the Track'
Four for the Rolls, spent all them racks, can't get it back

Three on my feet, four on my tee, five on my side, six on my hand, two for my jean
You wanna diss, you wanna sleep, but won't see me, you gonna plea, you'll beg and plead