Pluto - Both Ways Album Lyrics

Drill Flow
Excuse Me
Pull Yo Skirt Up
I'm Just A Girl
Whim Whamiee
What da Fuk
Big Booty Judy
Petty Shit
WHIM WHAMIEE (Remix)

Drill Flow

        [ Featuring BabyDrill ]
    

Okay

This drill rap gettin' easy (damn, Ant, you so hard)
Layin' you down like OMB Peezy
These rap niggas be corny (Jayco, on bro, on foenem grave)
Fry your hair like some bologna
She steady talkin' reckless, finna turn her to a necklace
And I never shot a soul, but, shit, I'm still gon' up this pole, uh

Thirty on your head, your kid gon' sit and watch it blow
Red light, green light, go
Don't care if it's red, I'm still gon' go, huh
Drill shit be cap, layin' in my bed, I'm makin' rap
F*ck it, I'm still gon' spit this drill
This might be fire, but I ain't gon' kill
Uh, this drill rap gettin' easy
Take your bitch and make her easy
All these rap niggas be corny
Can't get me wet, can't make me horny
She steady talkin' reckless
Take out her throat and now she breathless
And I never shot a soul, but, shit, I'm still gon' up this pole, uh
Thirty on your head, call BabyDrill, he take your head, uh
Try me if you crazy, you ain't up the score, so you ain't phase me
Got away, I know she glad
Don't let me catch her or that's her ass (or that's her)

This drill rap gettin' easy, layin' you down like OMB Peezy
These rap niggas be corny, fry your hair like some bologna
She steady talkin', I said, she, huh?
These rap niggas, huh? Huh?

This drill rap gettin' easy, layin' you down like OMB Peezy
These rap niggas be corny, fry your hair like some bologna
She steady talkin' reckless, finna turn her to a necklace
And I never shot a soul, but, shit, I'm still gon' up this pole, uh

Really rich, slimy as it get, I'll still wipe some noses (slatt, slatt)
Niggas bitches, actin' like they 'bout that, tryna get exposed
Fell in love with this new G-lock, I put blood all on my pole (G-lock)
Niggas actin' like they see us, niggas know it's time to score, redrum
Nigga, I mean murder, walk down with that blick and hurt 'em (baow, baow, baow)
I done send shit straight to doctors and I done send shit straight to hearses
Huh, Young Crew do a lot, caught for a G-lock, I'm just glad he ain't snatchin' purses
Uh, take down, take down, take down (BabyDrill)
I told PLUTO, "You ain't even gotta spin, just turn buddy in" (shh)
I put a box on the Glock, when I saw him, I gave him a high-five, nigga, we ain't friends
Dap him up, I don't feel no kind of anger, I'll talk long as they dead (shh)
'Bout to put a switch on a G-lock, 'fore you caught an opp
Had to shave down the f*ckin' pin and that's on God
Nigga, I ain't gotta spin no more, got bodies and bodies up under my belt
I can pay a young nigga hop out here and step
I ain't gotta talk shit, I'm a real-deal rapper (uh)

This drill rap gettin' easy, layin' you down like OMB Peezy
These rap niggas be corny, fry your hair like some bologna
She steady talkin' reckless, finna turn her to a necklace
And I never shot a soul, but, shit, I'm still gon' up this pole, uh

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Okay

This drill rap gettin' easy (damn, Ant, you so hard)
Layin' you down like OMB Peezy
These rap niggas be corny (Jayco, on bro, on foenem grave)
Fry your hair like some bologna
She steady talkin' reckless, finna turn her to a necklace
And I never shot a soul, but, shit, I'm still gon' up this pole, uh

Thirty on your head, your kid gon' sit and watch it blow
Red light, green light, go
Don't care if it's red, I'm still gon' go, huh
Drill shit be cap, layin' in my bed, I'm makin' rap
F*ck it, I'm still gon' spit this drill
This might be fire, but I ain't gon' kill
Uh, this drill rap gettin' easy
Take your bitch and make her easy
All these rap niggas be corny
Can't get me wet, can't make me horny
She steady talkin' reckless
Take out her throat and now she breathless
And I never shot a soul, but, shit, I'm still gon' up this pole, uh
Thirty on your head, call BabyDrill, he take your head, uh
Try me if you crazy, you ain't up the score, so you ain't phase me
Got away, I know she glad
Don't let me catch her or that's her ass (or that's her)

This drill rap gettin' easy, layin' you down like OMB Peezy
These rap niggas be corny, fry your hair like some bologna
She steady talkin', I said, she, huh?
These rap niggas, huh? Huh?

This drill rap gettin' easy, layin' you down like OMB Peezy
These rap niggas be corny, fry your hair like some bologna
She steady talkin' reckless, finna turn her to a necklace
And I never shot a soul, but, shit, I'm still gon' up this pole, uh

Really rich, slimy as it get, I'll still wipe some noses (slatt, slatt)
Niggas bitches, actin' like they 'bout that, tryna get exposed
Fell in love with this new G-lock, I put blood all on my pole (G-lock)
Niggas actin' like they see us, niggas know it's time to score, redrum
Nigga, I mean murder, walk down with that blick and hurt 'em (baow, baow, baow)
I done send shit straight to doctors and I done send shit straight to hearses
Huh, Young Crew do a lot, caught for a G-lock, I'm just glad he ain't snatchin' purses
Uh, take down, take down, take down (BabyDrill)
I told PLUTO, "You ain't even gotta spin, just turn buddy in" (shh)
I put a box on the Glock, when I saw him, I gave him a high-five, nigga, we ain't friends
Dap him up, I don't feel no kind of anger, I'll talk long as they dead (shh)
'Bout to put a switch on a G-lock, 'fore you caught an opp
Had to shave down the f*ckin' pin and that's on God
Nigga, I ain't gotta spin no more, got bodies and bodies up under my belt
I can pay a young nigga hop out here and step
I ain't gotta talk shit, I'm a real-deal rapper (uh)

This drill rap gettin' easy, layin' you down like OMB Peezy
These rap niggas be corny, fry your hair like some bologna
She steady talkin' reckless, finna turn her to a necklace
And I never shot a soul, but, shit, I'm still gon' up this pole, uh

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Writer: Antoine Malone, David Eyo, DelQuistro Wilson, Jada Amaurie Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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Excuse Me

Uh, excuse me for trippin', you ain't f*ckin' with my pimpin'
Get a bag, spend a bag, swipin' shit up off my wishlist
Yeah, excuse me for trippin', pussy, stay up out my business
Tried to play me like a fool, now he mad that he can't lick it

Uh, mad bitch, sad bitch, hatin' bitch too
You ain't gang and you can't hang, nah, you ain't even f*ckin' with my crew
I beat the road right out the bitches, bitch, I'm the one and not the two
Been Big PLUTO to you hoes, yeah, I'm the queen and who is you? Like who is you?

Uh, excuse me for spittin', you either swipin' or you spendin'
I was broke just like six months ago, my pockets stuffed, I'm better livin'
Like excuse me for spittin', these bitches mad, I'm rich and winnin'
Like I said, go get a bag, you steady blowin' up my mentions

Mad bitch, sad bitch, hatin' bitch too
Nah, you ain't gang and you can't hang, nah, you ain't even f*ckin' with my crew
I beat the road right out the bitches, bitch, I'm the one and not the two
Been Big PLUTO to you hoes, yeah, I'm the queen and who is you? Like who is you?

Uh, who is you, bitch? Now who is you? Huh? Huh?
You get one time to f*ck with me, the second time the boot
And I hate to say it twice, so listen up, bitch, is you cool?
Like is you cool, bitch?
Huh? Hey, I said one time to, huh? What?

I beat the road right out the bitches 'cause I'm the one and not the two
Been Big PLUTO to you hoes, yeah, I'm the queen and who is you? (What?)

I said, "Excuse me, lil' mama, but keep Big PLUTO up out the drama"
Never worried 'bout the next, you on the 'net, I'm countin' commas
Smart bitch, who? Bitch, I'm Big Mama, and you claimin' you the hardest
Man, check the status, ho, it's a f*ckin' PLUTO summer (like, who is you?)

Huh? Who is you, bitch? What?
I beat the road right out the, huh? What?
I beat the road right out the bitches, bitch, I'm the one and not the two
Not the two
Bitch, I'm the one and not the
Man, cut the beat

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Uh, excuse me for trippin', you ain't f*ckin' with my pimpin'
Get a bag, spend a bag, swipin' shit up off my wishlist
Yeah, excuse me for trippin', pussy, stay up out my business
Tried to play me like a fool, now he mad that he can't lick it

Uh, mad bitch, sad bitch, hatin' bitch too
You ain't gang and you can't hang, nah, you ain't even f*ckin' with my crew
I beat the road right out the bitches, bitch, I'm the one and not the two
Been Big PLUTO to you hoes, yeah, I'm the queen and who is you? Like who is you?

Uh, excuse me for spittin', you either swipin' or you spendin'
I was broke just like six months ago, my pockets stuffed, I'm better livin'
Like excuse me for spittin', these bitches mad, I'm rich and winnin'
Like I said, go get a bag, you steady blowin' up my mentions

Mad bitch, sad bitch, hatin' bitch too
Nah, you ain't gang and you can't hang, nah, you ain't even f*ckin' with my crew
I beat the road right out the bitches, bitch, I'm the one and not the two
Been Big PLUTO to you hoes, yeah, I'm the queen and who is you? Like who is you?

Uh, who is you, bitch? Now who is you? Huh? Huh?
You get one time to f*ck with me, the second time the boot
And I hate to say it twice, so listen up, bitch, is you cool?
Like is you cool, bitch?
Huh? Hey, I said one time to, huh? What?

I beat the road right out the bitches 'cause I'm the one and not the two
Been Big PLUTO to you hoes, yeah, I'm the queen and who is you? (What?)

I said, "Excuse me, lil' mama, but keep Big PLUTO up out the drama"
Never worried 'bout the next, you on the 'net, I'm countin' commas
Smart bitch, who? Bitch, I'm Big Mama, and you claimin' you the hardest
Man, check the status, ho, it's a f*ckin' PLUTO summer (like, who is you?)

Huh? Who is you, bitch? What?
I beat the road right out the, huh? What?
I beat the road right out the bitches, bitch, I'm the one and not the two
Not the two
Bitch, I'm the one and not the
Man, cut the beat

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Writer: Jada Amaurie Smith, Victor Lassila
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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Pull Yo Skirt Up

It's Big P (I been Big PLUTO to you bitch-ass niggas)
And this time, you can keep your man 'cause I don't want him (we been havin' somethin' to say)
These y'all niggas, what the helly?

These niggas really gay, they'd rather hang around the bros
These ATL niggas, yeah, they really hate they ho
You a sassy-ass nigga, caught you slidin' down the door
Cryin' like he Big Mama, pussy, put it on the floor
Pull your skirt up, lil' nigga, you's a ho (you's a ho)
Pull your skirt up, lil' nigga, you's a bitch (oh, you's a bitch)
She want him back, gave him to her, now she sick (ah-ha)
And we ain't f*ckin' on these niggas, we gettin' rich (we want a bag)

Pants tight, drop down, he's a goner (he's a goner)
Fake rich on the 'Gram, we don't want him (no way)
A lil' bro to the gang, store runner (sassy boy)
And butt buddies with your brother, what a bummer (haha, gay)

Steady postin' money, but he need twenty on the App (just to ball)
Never f*ckin' with a nigga who gon' go and run his mouth (no way)
These niggas broke, no need to joke, better not catch you tryna laugh (brokie)
His wallet fat, but tryna f*ck, these niggas sad and that's no cap (I'm talkin' 'bout ugh)

Pants tight, drop down, he's a goner (he's a goner)
Fake rich on the 'Gram, we don't want him (no way)
A lil' bro to the gang, store runner (sassy boy)
And butt buddies with your brother, what a bummer (haha, gay)

Big P to a scram, I'm the biggest (I'm the biggest)
And I ain't f*ckin' with no shrimp, I want the biggest (I want the biggest)
I love a nigga I can call when I'm litty (when I'm litty)
Black truck, I'm with your dude, we in the city
We on the West, lil' ho, where you at? (Ho, where you at?)
Ho, beat them feet, we on the way, we in the Scat (skrrt)
And we ain't beefin' 'bout no nigga, we want them racks (we want the pape')
Hide your man or we gon' f*ck him on his deck (I'm talkin' 'bout raw)

Pants tight, drop down, he's a goner (he's a goner)
Fake rich on the 'Gram, we don't want him (no way)
A lil' bro to the gang, store runner (sassy boy)
And butt buddies with your brother, what a bummer (haha, gay)

Yop, yop, yop, yop, yop
Yop, yop, yop, yop, yop

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It's Big P (I been Big PLUTO to you bitch-ass niggas)
And this time, you can keep your man 'cause I don't want him (we been havin' somethin' to say)
These y'all niggas, what the helly?

These niggas really gay, they'd rather hang around the bros
These ATL niggas, yeah, they really hate they ho
You a sassy-ass nigga, caught you slidin' down the door
Cryin' like he Big Mama, pussy, put it on the floor
Pull your skirt up, lil' nigga, you's a ho (you's a ho)
Pull your skirt up, lil' nigga, you's a bitch (oh, you's a bitch)
She want him back, gave him to her, now she sick (ah-ha)
And we ain't f*ckin' on these niggas, we gettin' rich (we want a bag)

Pants tight, drop down, he's a goner (he's a goner)
Fake rich on the 'Gram, we don't want him (no way)
A lil' bro to the gang, store runner (sassy boy)
And butt buddies with your brother, what a bummer (haha, gay)

Steady postin' money, but he need twenty on the App (just to ball)
Never f*ckin' with a nigga who gon' go and run his mouth (no way)
These niggas broke, no need to joke, better not catch you tryna laugh (brokie)
His wallet fat, but tryna f*ck, these niggas sad and that's no cap (I'm talkin' 'bout ugh)

Pants tight, drop down, he's a goner (he's a goner)
Fake rich on the 'Gram, we don't want him (no way)
A lil' bro to the gang, store runner (sassy boy)
And butt buddies with your brother, what a bummer (haha, gay)

Big P to a scram, I'm the biggest (I'm the biggest)
And I ain't f*ckin' with no shrimp, I want the biggest (I want the biggest)
I love a nigga I can call when I'm litty (when I'm litty)
Black truck, I'm with your dude, we in the city
We on the West, lil' ho, where you at? (Ho, where you at?)
Ho, beat them feet, we on the way, we in the Scat (skrrt)
And we ain't beefin' 'bout no nigga, we want them racks (we want the pape')
Hide your man or we gon' f*ck him on his deck (I'm talkin' 'bout raw)

Pants tight, drop down, he's a goner (he's a goner)
Fake rich on the 'Gram, we don't want him (no way)
A lil' bro to the gang, store runner (sassy boy)
And butt buddies with your brother, what a bummer (haha, gay)

Yop, yop, yop, yop, yop
Yop, yop, yop, yop, yop

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Writer: Jada Amaurie Smith, Maurice Jordan, Moses Jackson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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I'm Just A Girl

        [ Featuring Emphamus ]
    

Man
Y'all pussy-ass hoes ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
Yeah, let's ride (ayy, who made it?)
Pluto, let's go (Milan made it, bitch)

I'm just a girl, but I ain't no bitch (what?)
I make the plays, I send the hits (let's go)
F*ck it, please don't make me nervous
One call to crew, they comin' quick
I'm just a girl, but I ain't no ho
I'm rockin' out, I want some more (damn)
F*ck around, don't f*ck around (damn), got different shooters, we up the score
Bitch, I pop it when I want, you bitches pop it when you can (what?)
Runnin' circles 'round these broke hoes, bet I make your ho my fan
Backdoor, she got backdoored, she not the one
Make me nervous, you get smacked up (what?), Bitch, this ain't for fun (no)
And, bitch, I pop it when I want, you bitches pop it when you can
On the scene, I got that shit on, gotta know I took her man (bitch)
They call me PLUTO in the city, bitch (what?), Yeah, I'm the one
Don't make me nervous, you get whacked up, bitch, this ain't for fun
I don't do no chit-chattin', no, we can't beef up on the 'net
The biggest PLUTO to you bitches, so you better come correct
Make me nervous, call my man, he gon' shoot up at your sister
Da-da-da, now he mad, I done laid y'all hoes to rest

And then I pop it when I want, you bitches pop it when you can
Shakin' ass all in the section, doin' my dance, whim, wham
Yeah, I pop it when I want, you bitches pop it when you can
Young lit, pretty bitch, turn up the city, I'm one of them (nigga, I'm one of them)

I done popped shit way too hard, f*cked around, forgot my tissue, bitch
I'ma press that issue, please don't drop no diss, go get your blick
Pop out with lil' twin, she on her Lulu shit, but I go Rick
Ho think I do voodoo, I make her delulu 'bout this shit
Serve you twenty-eight, I'm on my AP shit, look at my wrist
Shit, just peep my fit, come on, you know big boy be trim as shit
Everything be water like my bitch, look like I swim in piss
Boy done bit that bait, got caught right on the hook for tryna fish, pussy
Don't pat me down, I sold out the club, lil' bro gave me his blick
She want that lick, ho, then get lit, bring your friends and shit
I cop a cobra with some loud-mouth ratchet shit
I pop it when I want, you pop it when your taxes hit, nigga

And then I pop it when I want, you bitches pop it when you can
Shakin' ass all in the section, doin' my dance, whim, wham
Yeah, I pop it when I want, you bitches pop it when you can
Young lit, pretty bitch, turn up the city, I'm one of them (nigga, I'm one of them)

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English

Man
Y'all pussy-ass hoes ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
Yeah, let's ride (ayy, who made it?)
Pluto, let's go (Milan made it, bitch)

I'm just a girl, but I ain't no bitch (what?)
I make the plays, I send the hits (let's go)
F*ck it, please don't make me nervous
One call to crew, they comin' quick
I'm just a girl, but I ain't no ho
I'm rockin' out, I want some more (damn)
F*ck around, don't f*ck around (damn), got different shooters, we up the score
Bitch, I pop it when I want, you bitches pop it when you can (what?)
Runnin' circles 'round these broke hoes, bet I make your ho my fan
Backdoor, she got backdoored, she not the one
Make me nervous, you get smacked up (what?), Bitch, this ain't for fun (no)
And, bitch, I pop it when I want, you bitches pop it when you can
On the scene, I got that shit on, gotta know I took her man (bitch)
They call me PLUTO in the city, bitch (what?), Yeah, I'm the one
Don't make me nervous, you get whacked up, bitch, this ain't for fun
I don't do no chit-chattin', no, we can't beef up on the 'net
The biggest PLUTO to you bitches, so you better come correct
Make me nervous, call my man, he gon' shoot up at your sister
Da-da-da, now he mad, I done laid y'all hoes to rest

And then I pop it when I want, you bitches pop it when you can
Shakin' ass all in the section, doin' my dance, whim, wham
Yeah, I pop it when I want, you bitches pop it when you can
Young lit, pretty bitch, turn up the city, I'm one of them (nigga, I'm one of them)

I done popped shit way too hard, f*cked around, forgot my tissue, bitch
I'ma press that issue, please don't drop no diss, go get your blick
Pop out with lil' twin, she on her Lulu shit, but I go Rick
Ho think I do voodoo, I make her delulu 'bout this shit
Serve you twenty-eight, I'm on my AP shit, look at my wrist
Shit, just peep my fit, come on, you know big boy be trim as shit
Everything be water like my bitch, look like I swim in piss
Boy done bit that bait, got caught right on the hook for tryna fish, pussy
Don't pat me down, I sold out the club, lil' bro gave me his blick
She want that lick, ho, then get lit, bring your friends and shit
I cop a cobra with some loud-mouth ratchet shit
I pop it when I want, you pop it when your taxes hit, nigga

And then I pop it when I want, you bitches pop it when you can
Shakin' ass all in the section, doin' my dance, whim, wham
Yeah, I pop it when I want, you bitches pop it when you can
Young lit, pretty bitch, turn up the city, I'm one of them (nigga, I'm one of them)

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Writer: Jada Amaurie Smith, K'noah Franklin, Milan
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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Whim Whamiee

        [ Featuring YKNIECE ]
    

[PLUTO & YKNIECE] 
We finna make a hit tonight, PLUTO 
Let's ride, ah 
Let's go (Ride this shit just— come on) 
Let's ride (Ha-ha-ha) 
 
[PLUTO] 
Big Pluto, bitch, like, what the f*ck? 
Slidin' down Ashby with the brew, you know we deep as f*ck (We deep as f*ck, ho) 
He want me bad, heard he a duck, can't get no coochie out the queen, put some Lulu on this butt (Lululemon) 
F*ck a scram, we gettin' money 
Fresh to death when I pop out, ho, you forever lookin' funny (You lookin' funny, ho) 
Free pickin', bitch, I'm with the gang, called up bro, sung like a choir, they gon' let them Dracos sing (Gra-da-da-da) 
 
Whim, wham, bitch you burnt out (Yo) 
Whim, wham, oh, bitch I'm turnt now (Oh, bitch, I'm turnt) 
Catchin' plays, stay out the way (Mhm) 
That's my type, I'm tryna f*ck, bitch, and right now (Right now) 
 
Yeah, we gettin' money (Huh) 
Yeah, we gettin' pape' (For sure) 
Shake that ass, hit a split, throw that wham all in his face 
We forever gettin' money, you forever gon' be mad 
Somethin' like BunnaB, 'cause her nigga dropped the bag 
Shake that ass, ho (Shake that ass), whim, whamie 
Go get a bag, ho (Uh-huh, uh-huh), 'cause you don't scare me (Uh-huh, ho) 
Shake that ass, ho, whim, whamie (Huncho Pluto) 
Go get a bag ho, 'cause you don't scare me (Don't scare me) 
 
[YKNIECE & PLUTO] 
YK, what's up? 
Scram-ass ho, oh, yeah, you broke 
We get some money, we want some more 
If you ain't a ten then hit the door (Then hit this door, ho) 
He want this cat, I'm makin' plays 
No type of time, I'm makin' pape' 
I might just put it in his face (I'm talkin' 'bout in it) 
 
[YKNIECE] 
Whim, wham, bitch, you burnt out (Bitch, you burnt out) 
Whim, whim, oh, bitch, I'm turnt now (Oh, bitch, I'm turnt now) 
Catchin' plays, stayin' out the way (Mhm) 
That's my type, I'm tryna f*ck, bitch, and right now 
 
[PLUTO & YKNIECE] 
Yeah, we gettin' money 
Yeah, we gettin' pape' 
Shake that ass, hit a split (Let's go), throw that wham all in his face (Whim, wham) 
We forever gettin' money, you forever gon' be mad 
Somethin' like BunnaB, 'cause her nigga dropped the bag 
Shake that ass, ho, whim, whamie 
I said, uh— you don't scare me 
Shake that ass, ho, whim, whamie (Whim, whamie) 
Go get a bag ho (Get that bag), like you don't scare me (Ho, what's up?) 
 
[YKNIECE & PLUTO] 
Man, ah-ha-ha-ha 
Talkin' about "The biggest" 
Man y'all hoes (At all), talkin' about their scram ass (At all, at all) 
Oh, I'm not playin' (Ah-ha-ha-ha) 
You think this shit a joke? 
We just made a hit on y'all hoes, yeah, we goin' up 
Yeah, let's do it, y'all hoes shake that ass 
What we doin'?

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English

[PLUTO & YKNIECE] 
We finna make a hit tonight, PLUTO 
Let's ride, ah 
Let's go (Ride this shit just— come on) 
Let's ride (Ha-ha-ha) 
 
[PLUTO] 
Big Pluto, bitch, like, what the f*ck? 
Slidin' down Ashby with the brew, you know we deep as f*ck (We deep as f*ck, ho) 
He want me bad, heard he a duck, can't get no coochie out the queen, put some Lulu on this butt (Lululemon) 
F*ck a scram, we gettin' money 
Fresh to death when I pop out, ho, you forever lookin' funny (You lookin' funny, ho) 
Free pickin', bitch, I'm with the gang, called up bro, sung like a choir, they gon' let them Dracos sing (Gra-da-da-da) 
 
Whim, wham, bitch you burnt out (Yo) 
Whim, wham, oh, bitch I'm turnt now (Oh, bitch, I'm turnt) 
Catchin' plays, stay out the way (Mhm) 
That's my type, I'm tryna f*ck, bitch, and right now (Right now) 
 
Yeah, we gettin' money (Huh) 
Yeah, we gettin' pape' (For sure) 
Shake that ass, hit a split, throw that wham all in his face 
We forever gettin' money, you forever gon' be mad 
Somethin' like BunnaB, 'cause her nigga dropped the bag 
Shake that ass, ho (Shake that ass), whim, whamie 
Go get a bag, ho (Uh-huh, uh-huh), 'cause you don't scare me (Uh-huh, ho) 
Shake that ass, ho, whim, whamie (Huncho Pluto) 
Go get a bag ho, 'cause you don't scare me (Don't scare me) 
 
[YKNIECE & PLUTO] 
YK, what's up? 
Scram-ass ho, oh, yeah, you broke 
We get some money, we want some more 
If you ain't a ten then hit the door (Then hit this door, ho) 
He want this cat, I'm makin' plays 
No type of time, I'm makin' pape' 
I might just put it in his face (I'm talkin' 'bout in it) 
 
[YKNIECE] 
Whim, wham, bitch, you burnt out (Bitch, you burnt out) 
Whim, whim, oh, bitch, I'm turnt now (Oh, bitch, I'm turnt now) 
Catchin' plays, stayin' out the way (Mhm) 
That's my type, I'm tryna f*ck, bitch, and right now 
 
[PLUTO & YKNIECE] 
Yeah, we gettin' money 
Yeah, we gettin' pape' 
Shake that ass, hit a split (Let's go), throw that wham all in his face (Whim, wham) 
We forever gettin' money, you forever gon' be mad 
Somethin' like BunnaB, 'cause her nigga dropped the bag 
Shake that ass, ho, whim, whamie 
I said, uh— you don't scare me 
Shake that ass, ho, whim, whamie (Whim, whamie) 
Go get a bag ho (Get that bag), like you don't scare me (Ho, what's up?) 
 
[YKNIECE & PLUTO] 
Man, ah-ha-ha-ha 
Talkin' about "The biggest" 
Man y'all hoes (At all), talkin' about their scram ass (At all, at all) 
Oh, I'm not playin' (Ah-ha-ha-ha) 
You think this shit a joke? 
We just made a hit on y'all hoes, yeah, we goin' up 
Yeah, let's do it, y'all hoes shake that ass 
What we doin'?

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Writer: Christopher Webster, Jada Amaurie Smith, Michael Griffin, Otis Williams Jr., Xavier Dotson
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What da Fuk

Man, let me- let me- let me really speak some hot shit into y'all boys
Nah, these pussy-ass niggas all on the net
Let me teach you
Big PLUTO

Go get some get back, what the f*ck?
Rappin' on this drill beat, shit got me feelin' like I'm tough (damn)
He think I'm dumb, I play retarded
Know I got some tens with me, come through trim, turn up the party (we twenty deep)
Yeah, I'm just a girl but I ain't no bitch
Misgender me, I'm bangin' hard, come through trippin' with them switches (better duck, ho)
And, bitch, I'm harder than your OG
Bitches nigga, daily, told that pussy boy to come and show me (show me you 'bout it)
Yeah, and when I'm rappin', this Drac' my mic
He say I'm 5'4" but I'm comin', bitch, I'm strapped up like a dyke (a f*ckin' dyke)
Yeah, you runnin' out, we runnin' in
Catch her down bad, now she pleadin', f*ck the judge, we give 'em ten (gotta give 'em ten)
Yeah, I want her head, I'm takin' it, I want her jaw, I'm breakin' it
I'm smokin' za, I'm facin' it, like "What the f*ck?"
Man, turn me up, I'm goin' dumb
I'm out of breath, smoke in my lungs
Murdered this beat, lil' bitch, I'm done

Ah-ha-ha, f*ck this shit get crazy
Like- I like that
Shit, I'm talkin' 'bout, wicked (damn)
Yeah, you ain't like that? You ain't like that K1?
It's okay, I got somethin' else to say, hold on

And I ain't done, lil' bitch, I'm back, call you a Uber, know I can't lay up
Send a Zelle or bring the cash (bitch gon' bring the cash)
She tryna beef but this ain't that
I'm pullin' up, I'm spankin' shit, talkin' 'bout, straight puttin' belt to ass (puttin' belt to ass)
That shit you smokin', know it ain't za
You broke as hell and you at home, I'm shakin' ass all in yacht (ass all in yacht)
I'm piped now, lil' bitch, I'm lit
Get you a bag, get you some racks, lil' ho, she steady smokin' dick, like "What the f*ck?"
Man, this shit here, it be so crazy
F*ck around and find out, kidnap the mama and the baby (damn)
You want some get back? Then come spin
Have them killers at your front door, I ain't gon' say this shit again (say this shit again)
He swear he tough, he better duck
Put this Draco on your ass, still ain't got Lulu on this butt (Lululemon)

Yeah, Big PLUTO

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English

Man, let me- let me- let me really speak some hot shit into y'all boys
Nah, these pussy-ass niggas all on the net
Let me teach you
Big PLUTO

Go get some get back, what the f*ck?
Rappin' on this drill beat, shit got me feelin' like I'm tough (damn)
He think I'm dumb, I play retarded
Know I got some tens with me, come through trim, turn up the party (we twenty deep)
Yeah, I'm just a girl but I ain't no bitch
Misgender me, I'm bangin' hard, come through trippin' with them switches (better duck, ho)
And, bitch, I'm harder than your OG
Bitches nigga, daily, told that pussy boy to come and show me (show me you 'bout it)
Yeah, and when I'm rappin', this Drac' my mic
He say I'm 5'4" but I'm comin', bitch, I'm strapped up like a dyke (a f*ckin' dyke)
Yeah, you runnin' out, we runnin' in
Catch her down bad, now she pleadin', f*ck the judge, we give 'em ten (gotta give 'em ten)
Yeah, I want her head, I'm takin' it, I want her jaw, I'm breakin' it
I'm smokin' za, I'm facin' it, like "What the f*ck?"
Man, turn me up, I'm goin' dumb
I'm out of breath, smoke in my lungs
Murdered this beat, lil' bitch, I'm done

Ah-ha-ha, f*ck this shit get crazy
Like- I like that
Shit, I'm talkin' 'bout, wicked (damn)
Yeah, you ain't like that? You ain't like that K1?
It's okay, I got somethin' else to say, hold on

And I ain't done, lil' bitch, I'm back, call you a Uber, know I can't lay up
Send a Zelle or bring the cash (bitch gon' bring the cash)
She tryna beef but this ain't that
I'm pullin' up, I'm spankin' shit, talkin' 'bout, straight puttin' belt to ass (puttin' belt to ass)
That shit you smokin', know it ain't za
You broke as hell and you at home, I'm shakin' ass all in yacht (ass all in yacht)
I'm piped now, lil' bitch, I'm lit
Get you a bag, get you some racks, lil' ho, she steady smokin' dick, like "What the f*ck?"
Man, this shit here, it be so crazy
F*ck around and find out, kidnap the mama and the baby (damn)
You want some get back? Then come spin
Have them killers at your front door, I ain't gon' say this shit again (say this shit again)
He swear he tough, he better duck
Put this Draco on your ass, still ain't got Lulu on this butt (Lululemon)

Yeah, Big PLUTO

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Writer: Victor Lassila, Jada Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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Big Booty Judy

Yeah
Do your dance, lil' mama, show them cheeks
If you ain't shakin' shit, then hit the door
(Yeah, Zekedaprod)

Damn, lil' mama thick too
She shakin' ass all in the section, hit the splits too
Damn, he say I'm fine
If he look, then he took, lil' bitch, he mine
Damn, go get some racks
I'm makin' pape', ho, you sittin' on your ass
I said, damn, big booty Judy
This wham fat, he tryna touch all on my booty

If you ain't shakin' shit, then hit the door
It's really bad bitches here and one pole
And I ain't scared, I'ma show you I'm a ho
Pull out them racks and watch me put it on the floor
I'm on a mission, won't catch me slippin'
It's plenty room in the game, no competition
She thick as hell, she shakin' butt, that's what I like
And f*ck that Lulu, if you want me, book a flight

Damn, lil' mama thick too
She shakin' ass all in the section, hit the splits too
Damn, he say I'm fine
If he look, then he took, bitch, he mine
I said, damn, go get some racks
I'm makin' pape', ho, you sittin' on your ass
I said, damn, big booty Judy
This wham fat, he tryna touch all on my booty

Plutoski to a pussy, I don't need you
This shit heavy and he love it, say I'm a keeper
We off that drank, where that Don? We outside
We kickin' shit, we in the van, we with the guys
And do your dance, lil' mama, show them cheeks
If you ain't lit, you gotta go, the f*ck you mean?
I said, damn (yeah, Zekedaprod)

Damn, lil' mama thick too
She shakin' ass all in the section, hit the splits too
Damn, he say I'm fine
If he look, then he took, lil' bitch, he mine
Damn, go get some racks
I'm makin' pape', ho, you sittin' on your ass
I said, damn, big booty Judy
This wham fat, he tryna touch all on my booty

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Yeah
Do your dance, lil' mama, show them cheeks
If you ain't shakin' shit, then hit the door
(Yeah, Zekedaprod)

Damn, lil' mama thick too
She shakin' ass all in the section, hit the splits too
Damn, he say I'm fine
If he look, then he took, lil' bitch, he mine
Damn, go get some racks
I'm makin' pape', ho, you sittin' on your ass
I said, damn, big booty Judy
This wham fat, he tryna touch all on my booty

If you ain't shakin' shit, then hit the door
It's really bad bitches here and one pole
And I ain't scared, I'ma show you I'm a ho
Pull out them racks and watch me put it on the floor
I'm on a mission, won't catch me slippin'
It's plenty room in the game, no competition
She thick as hell, she shakin' butt, that's what I like
And f*ck that Lulu, if you want me, book a flight

Damn, lil' mama thick too
She shakin' ass all in the section, hit the splits too
Damn, he say I'm fine
If he look, then he took, bitch, he mine
I said, damn, go get some racks
I'm makin' pape', ho, you sittin' on your ass
I said, damn, big booty Judy
This wham fat, he tryna touch all on my booty

Plutoski to a pussy, I don't need you
This shit heavy and he love it, say I'm a keeper
We off that drank, where that Don? We outside
We kickin' shit, we in the van, we with the guys
And do your dance, lil' mama, show them cheeks
If you ain't lit, you gotta go, the f*ck you mean?
I said, damn (yeah, Zekedaprod)

Damn, lil' mama thick too
She shakin' ass all in the section, hit the splits too
Damn, he say I'm fine
If he look, then he took, lil' bitch, he mine
Damn, go get some racks
I'm makin' pape', ho, you sittin' on your ass
I said, damn, big booty Judy
This wham fat, he tryna touch all on my booty

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Writer: Ezekiel Israel, Jada Amaurie Smith, Maurice Jordan, Sreehari Komandur Sridha
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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Petty Shit

        [ Featuring Noodah05 ]
    

(Ayo, 10)
(Told 'em plug that shit more, load me up like L3NO)

Come through turnin' up your city
Performin' hits right after hits
Young niggas cool, but I like bad hoes
Gotta watch me 'round your bitch
No tit for tat, but if you want me, then you gotta tatt my name
If you mindin' on your business
I don't want that petty shit, that petty shit

Yeah, rappin' made me famous, but money could never change me
Different shows every night, I swear to God, I'm still the same me
Said we gon' be alright, yeah, we gon' be famous
You can't touch me if you tried it
And we ain't f*ckin' if we can't date
We come through turnin' up your city
Performin' hits right after hits
Young niggas cool, but I like bad hoes
You gotta watch me 'round your bitch
Brown skin, five feet, face card tea
You gotta know I never miss
Call up Noodah from my old phone
Tatted up, how he like his bitch
Uh, early morning light, writin' music like a book
And I been told you busy, if your man look, then he took
Keep some fine shit in my pocket, can't let 'em go like Captain Hook
And I ain't f*ckin' with no lil' man-man
I want the biggest out the group, yeah

Come through turnin' up your city
Performin' hits right after hits
Young niggas cool, but I like bad hoes
Gotta watch me around your bitch
No tit for tat, but if you want me, then you gotta tatt my name
If you mindin' on your business
I don't want that petty shit, that petty shit

All that petty shit just (that petty shit just)
I don't want that petty shit, that's petty shit (and that petty shit just)
Then you gotta tatt my name (yeah)
I don't want that petty shit, that's petty shit

Uh, uh, pretty, brown skin, tatted, she know how I like it (how I like it)
I wanna tell you how I feel, but I ain't tryna type it (I ain't tryna type it)
She eat that dick and go to sleep like she got tendonitis (go to sleep)
You want some Lulu on your butt, but I can do somethin' nicer (I got you)
I'm a lover, not a fighter, twenty thousand don't excite her
I'ma face this 'Wood and be on Pluto, I don't even need a lighter
Doin' shows around the world, you could see me on the flights (you could see me)
6 a.m. in the studio, right there, I ain't even tired (uh-uh)
Come through turnin' up your city
She want me to sign her titty (yeah)
For my shoes, I went Ricky (yeah)
We alright, shawty, I'm litty (I swear)
Black truck, the windows tinted
Can't have you in my business
Long as they pray, I'ma get it, the biggest

Come through turnin' up your city
Performin' hits right after hits
Young niggas cool, but I like bad hoes
Gotta watch me around your bitch
No tit for tat, but if you want me, then you gotta tatt my name
If you mindin' on your business
I don't want that petty shit, that petty shit

All that petty shit just
I don't want that petty shit, that's petty shit
Then you gotta tatt my name
I don't want that petty shit, that's petty shit

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English

(Ayo, 10)
(Told 'em plug that shit more, load me up like L3NO)

Come through turnin' up your city
Performin' hits right after hits
Young niggas cool, but I like bad hoes
Gotta watch me 'round your bitch
No tit for tat, but if you want me, then you gotta tatt my name
If you mindin' on your business
I don't want that petty shit, that petty shit

Yeah, rappin' made me famous, but money could never change me
Different shows every night, I swear to God, I'm still the same me
Said we gon' be alright, yeah, we gon' be famous
You can't touch me if you tried it
And we ain't f*ckin' if we can't date
We come through turnin' up your city
Performin' hits right after hits
Young niggas cool, but I like bad hoes
You gotta watch me 'round your bitch
Brown skin, five feet, face card tea
You gotta know I never miss
Call up Noodah from my old phone
Tatted up, how he like his bitch
Uh, early morning light, writin' music like a book
And I been told you busy, if your man look, then he took
Keep some fine shit in my pocket, can't let 'em go like Captain Hook
And I ain't f*ckin' with no lil' man-man
I want the biggest out the group, yeah

Come through turnin' up your city
Performin' hits right after hits
Young niggas cool, but I like bad hoes
Gotta watch me around your bitch
No tit for tat, but if you want me, then you gotta tatt my name
If you mindin' on your business
I don't want that petty shit, that petty shit

All that petty shit just (that petty shit just)
I don't want that petty shit, that's petty shit (and that petty shit just)
Then you gotta tatt my name (yeah)
I don't want that petty shit, that's petty shit

Uh, uh, pretty, brown skin, tatted, she know how I like it (how I like it)
I wanna tell you how I feel, but I ain't tryna type it (I ain't tryna type it)
She eat that dick and go to sleep like she got tendonitis (go to sleep)
You want some Lulu on your butt, but I can do somethin' nicer (I got you)
I'm a lover, not a fighter, twenty thousand don't excite her
I'ma face this 'Wood and be on Pluto, I don't even need a lighter
Doin' shows around the world, you could see me on the flights (you could see me)
6 a.m. in the studio, right there, I ain't even tired (uh-uh)
Come through turnin' up your city
She want me to sign her titty (yeah)
For my shoes, I went Ricky (yeah)
We alright, shawty, I'm litty (I swear)
Black truck, the windows tinted
Can't have you in my business
Long as they pray, I'ma get it, the biggest

Come through turnin' up your city
Performin' hits right after hits
Young niggas cool, but I like bad hoes
Gotta watch me around your bitch
No tit for tat, but if you want me, then you gotta tatt my name
If you mindin' on your business
I don't want that petty shit, that petty shit

All that petty shit just
I don't want that petty shit, that's petty shit
Then you gotta tatt my name
I don't want that petty shit, that's petty shit

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Writer: Deangelo Greer, Jada Amaurie Smith, Jalen Templin, Martin Garcia
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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WHIM WHAMIEE (Remix)

        [ Featuring Sexyy Red ]
    

Scram, bam, don't we do it big? (Jai on the beat)
And we iced like a food cup, we get's it in
Tell 'em, wham, bam, dog, we the shit
We right hand cookin' and we know to flip the grill (Zaytoven)
Tell 'em-

Big Pluto, bitch, like, what the f*ck?
Slidin' down Ashby with the brew, you know we deep as f*ck (we deep as f*ck, ho)
He want me bad, heard he a duck, can't get no coochie out the queen
Put some Lulu on this butt (Lululemon)
F*ck a scram, we gettin' money
Fresh to death when I pop out, ho, you forever lookin' funny (you lookin' funny, ho)
Free pickin', bitch, I'm with the gang
Called up bro, somethin' like a choir, they gon' let them Dracos sing (grrah-dah-dah-dah)

Whim-wham, bitch, you burnt out (yo)
Whim-wham, oh, bitch, I'm turnt now (oh, bitch, I'm turnt)
Catchin' plays, stay out the way (mm-hmm)
That's my type, I'm tryna f*ck, bitch, and right now (right now)

Yeah, we gettin' money (huh)
Yeah, we gettin' pape' (for sure)
Shake that ass, hit a split, throw that wham all in his face
We forever gettin' money, you forever gon' be mad
Somethin' like BunnaB, 'cause her nigga dropped the bag
Shake that ass, ho (shake that ass), whim-whamie
Go get a bag, ho (uh-huh, uh-huh), 'cause you don't scare me (uh-huh, ho)
Shake that ass, ho, whim-whamie (Huncho Pluto)
Go get a bag ho, 'cause you don't scare me (uh, uh, yeah)

It's Sexyy
Bi-Bi-Big Sexyy, like bitch, what the f*ck?
I been thuggin' since a baby, came out the womb chunkin' up Blood (Northside)
You wanna f*ck with Big Sexyy? Then you gotta get them bucks
Can't get no coochie out this hoochie (nope, nope)
Put some Truey on this butt (True Religion)
W-We them bitches in the city (whim-wham)
Yeah, I know these hoes ain't f*ckin' with me (nope, whim-wham)
Petite lil' shit and I'm pretty (whim-wham)
I'm with my bitches gettin' litty
Se-Sexyy gettin' money (yeah)
Sexyy gettin' paid (you know it)
Shakin' ass, show that coochie, throwin' Bloods all in his face (on Blood)
I'm forever gon' be that bitch, I'm forever gon' chase a bag
I-I like shittin' on these bitches 'cause I know it make them mad (Northside)

Shake that ass, ho (on my granny)
Shake that ass, ho (ain't got on panties, nope)
Shake that ass, ho (I smell like candy, damn)
Shake that ass, ho (they think I'm scammy)
Sexyy (on Blood)

Yeah, we gettin' money
Yeah, we gettin' pape'
Shake that ass, hit a split (let's go), throw that wham all in his face (whim-wham)
We forever gettin' money, you forever gon' be mad
Somethin' like BunnaB, 'cause her nigga dropped the bag
Shake that ass, ho, whim-whamie
I said, uh, you don't scare me
Shake that ass, ho, whim-whamie (Huncho PLUTO)
Go get a bag ho, 'cause you don't scare me

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English

Scram, bam, don't we do it big? (Jai on the beat)
And we iced like a food cup, we get's it in
Tell 'em, wham, bam, dog, we the shit
We right hand cookin' and we know to flip the grill (Zaytoven)
Tell 'em-

Big Pluto, bitch, like, what the f*ck?
Slidin' down Ashby with the brew, you know we deep as f*ck (we deep as f*ck, ho)
He want me bad, heard he a duck, can't get no coochie out the queen
Put some Lulu on this butt (Lululemon)
F*ck a scram, we gettin' money
Fresh to death when I pop out, ho, you forever lookin' funny (you lookin' funny, ho)
Free pickin', bitch, I'm with the gang
Called up bro, somethin' like a choir, they gon' let them Dracos sing (grrah-dah-dah-dah)

Whim-wham, bitch, you burnt out (yo)
Whim-wham, oh, bitch, I'm turnt now (oh, bitch, I'm turnt)
Catchin' plays, stay out the way (mm-hmm)
That's my type, I'm tryna f*ck, bitch, and right now (right now)

Yeah, we gettin' money (huh)
Yeah, we gettin' pape' (for sure)
Shake that ass, hit a split, throw that wham all in his face
We forever gettin' money, you forever gon' be mad
Somethin' like BunnaB, 'cause her nigga dropped the bag
Shake that ass, ho (shake that ass), whim-whamie
Go get a bag, ho (uh-huh, uh-huh), 'cause you don't scare me (uh-huh, ho)
Shake that ass, ho, whim-whamie (Huncho Pluto)
Go get a bag ho, 'cause you don't scare me (uh, uh, yeah)

It's Sexyy
Bi-Bi-Big Sexyy, like bitch, what the f*ck?
I been thuggin' since a baby, came out the womb chunkin' up Blood (Northside)
You wanna f*ck with Big Sexyy? Then you gotta get them bucks
Can't get no coochie out this hoochie (nope, nope)
Put some Truey on this butt (True Religion)
W-We them bitches in the city (whim-wham)
Yeah, I know these hoes ain't f*ckin' with me (nope, whim-wham)
Petite lil' shit and I'm pretty (whim-wham)
I'm with my bitches gettin' litty
Se-Sexyy gettin' money (yeah)
Sexyy gettin' paid (you know it)
Shakin' ass, show that coochie, throwin' Bloods all in his face (on Blood)
I'm forever gon' be that bitch, I'm forever gon' chase a bag
I-I like shittin' on these bitches 'cause I know it make them mad (Northside)

Shake that ass, ho (on my granny)
Shake that ass, ho (ain't got on panties, nope)
Shake that ass, ho (I smell like candy, damn)
Shake that ass, ho (they think I'm scammy)
Sexyy (on Blood)

Yeah, we gettin' money
Yeah, we gettin' pape'
Shake that ass, hit a split (let's go), throw that wham all in his face (whim-wham)
We forever gettin' money, you forever gon' be mad
Somethin' like BunnaB, 'cause her nigga dropped the bag
Shake that ass, ho, whim-whamie
I said, uh, you don't scare me
Shake that ass, ho, whim-whamie (Huncho PLUTO)
Go get a bag ho, 'cause you don't scare me

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Writer: Christopher Webster, Jada Amaurie Smith, Janae Nierah Wherry, Michael Griffin, Otis Williams Jr., Xavier Dotson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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Both Ways Info:

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After causing a ruckus in early 2025, the emerging new artist Pluto descends upon today's hip-hop with the anticipated album, Both Ways.

Fueled by the hit single "Excuse Me," the 9-song album introduces the hip-hop landscape to a promising new Atlanta act that will carry on the city's prestigious tradition of dominance. Blending gritty Southern swagger with raw, unfiltered bars, the project introduces a 22-year-old voice steeped in West Side Atlanta's culture but ready to break nationally.

The album's lead single, "Excuse Me," addresses the competition with lethal rhymes and undeniable confidence. It's a bold entrance, showcasing Pluto's fearless cadence and streetwise charisma.

Earlier singles helped build momentum. "Pull Yo Skirt Up" landed in May, a sharp takedown of time-wasting men. That was followed by a remix of her viral hit "WHIM WHAMMIEE" featuring Sexyy Red, which racked up over 24 million streams and billions of TikTok views. The original video now sits above nine million YouTube views.

Early fan reactions to Both Ways are split but passionate. Some praise its high energy and bold production. Others critique the lack of lyrical variety.
-hotnewhiphop.com

Performed by: Pluto
Genre(s): Rap, hip hop
Released: June 20th, 2025
Year: 2025

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