The Plug Songtext
von Q da Fool
The Plug Songtext
(Zaytoven)
Uh, yeah
Rich vibes (Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)
Clear diamonds (Pluto)
Clean drink, bad bitches (Drank, drank)
Plug named Weinstein (Weinstein)
I ain′t trippin' ′cause I got the bags landed (I ain't trippin')
Q da Fool show you how to trap it out hands-free (Uh, skrrt)
Why these police keep tryna jam me? (Tryna jam me)
You know I′m smokin′ on that plant, no canopy (Skrrt, skrrt)
And I got a white bitch named Penelope (Penelope)
The plug say the work purp', bitch
It better be (I send that shit over)
All the shit that I done sold, my ticket hella cheap (Yeah)
The streets seen the best of me (The best of me)
You gotta pay it back just to mess with me (To mess with me)
The MAC and the K and the TEC with me (The TEC with me)
They said the lil′ bitch was wet, but sheesh (Skrrt, skrrt)
Too much gas, young nigga can't breathe (Too much gas)
Got too much shit a young nigga don′t need (Don't need)
Poured up for Double 0, for my OG (Poured up for Double 0)
Shout out to Zay ′cause he playin' with the keys
Hop out the Wraith, can't believe what they see
Big Stunna, no Cash Money (Big Stunna)
Blue hundreds, bitch, we want it (Bitch, we want it)
From the South to the North, they know
We gunnin′ (From the South to the North)
Roachin′ off, brought the gang 'cause we comin′
We hungry, bitch, we want it (Bitch, we hungry)
Where the whores? Yeah, bitch, we want it (Where the whores at?)
Took the .9 out, they cryin' out (They cryin′ out)
Is you really tryna die for five pounds? (Bitch)
Home Depot, gang, we keep a drill (Home Depot, gang)
I catch that case, I don't say no names, I keep
It real (Catch that case, catch that case)
I shoot your ass while the other hand bear the wheel (Bear the wheel)
Well, when I die, I never will, I got
The heart of steel (Boom, boom, boom)
I got a hundred pounds right now in the field (In the field)
Shout out to my shooters, those my Navy SEALs (Navy SEALs)
If I send ′em, man, they drummin' for real (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
I know you a fool, give a fuck how you feel (Fuck how you feel)
My kid gotta eat and my bitch want a meal (Uh)
I wanna get rich and get head and just chill (Chill)
Kill a nigga, it's a hell of a thrill
This bitch with a lifestyle, shit real (She a lifestyle)
Send ′em for this hundred rounds like, "Yeah" (Yeah)
Bullets flyin′ 'round like bugs like, "Yeah" (Bugs like, "Yeah")
If you lookin′ for the kid, lil' bitch, I′m right here (Right here)
And I got a .45 full equipped right here (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Uh, these niggas know how we come
Slangin' them choppers, nigga, slangin′ them choppers
These niggas know where I'm from
Lil' whoadie got the meds like a doctor (Lil′ whoadie)
Fuck the feds, man, them crackers ain′t proper (Fuck the feds)
They wash you up, hope that shit don't shock you (Don′t shock you)
If I bust it down, man, that shit gon' sparkle (Bust it down)
Main bitch fat, watch her lil′ ass wobble
Still got my name in the glass bottle
And I'm still fuckin′ on the last model
Fast life bring drama
These llamas bring
Plug named Weinstein (Weinstein)
I ain't trippin' ′cause I got the bags landed (I ain′t trippin')
Q da Fool show you how to trap it out hands-free (Shinin′)
Why these police keep tryna jam me? (Tryna jam me)
You know I'm smokin′ on that plant, no
Canopy (Smokin' on that gas, gas, gas)
And I got a white bitch named Penelope (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
The plug say the work purp′, bitch, it better be (Uh, better be)
All the shit that I done sold, my ticket hella cheap (I done did)
The streets seen the best of me (Uh, uh)
Damn, uh, uh, uh
Uh, yeah
Rich vibes (Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)
Clear diamonds (Pluto)
Clean drink, bad bitches (Drank, drank)
Plug named Weinstein (Weinstein)
I ain′t trippin' ′cause I got the bags landed (I ain't trippin')
Q da Fool show you how to trap it out hands-free (Uh, skrrt)
Why these police keep tryna jam me? (Tryna jam me)
You know I′m smokin′ on that plant, no canopy (Skrrt, skrrt)
And I got a white bitch named Penelope (Penelope)
The plug say the work purp', bitch
It better be (I send that shit over)
All the shit that I done sold, my ticket hella cheap (Yeah)
The streets seen the best of me (The best of me)
You gotta pay it back just to mess with me (To mess with me)
The MAC and the K and the TEC with me (The TEC with me)
They said the lil′ bitch was wet, but sheesh (Skrrt, skrrt)
Too much gas, young nigga can't breathe (Too much gas)
Got too much shit a young nigga don′t need (Don't need)
Poured up for Double 0, for my OG (Poured up for Double 0)
Shout out to Zay ′cause he playin' with the keys
Hop out the Wraith, can't believe what they see
Big Stunna, no Cash Money (Big Stunna)
Blue hundreds, bitch, we want it (Bitch, we want it)
From the South to the North, they know
We gunnin′ (From the South to the North)
Roachin′ off, brought the gang 'cause we comin′
We hungry, bitch, we want it (Bitch, we hungry)
Where the whores? Yeah, bitch, we want it (Where the whores at?)
Took the .9 out, they cryin' out (They cryin′ out)
Is you really tryna die for five pounds? (Bitch)
Home Depot, gang, we keep a drill (Home Depot, gang)
I catch that case, I don't say no names, I keep
It real (Catch that case, catch that case)
I shoot your ass while the other hand bear the wheel (Bear the wheel)
Well, when I die, I never will, I got
The heart of steel (Boom, boom, boom)
I got a hundred pounds right now in the field (In the field)
Shout out to my shooters, those my Navy SEALs (Navy SEALs)
If I send ′em, man, they drummin' for real (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
I know you a fool, give a fuck how you feel (Fuck how you feel)
My kid gotta eat and my bitch want a meal (Uh)
I wanna get rich and get head and just chill (Chill)
Kill a nigga, it's a hell of a thrill
This bitch with a lifestyle, shit real (She a lifestyle)
Send ′em for this hundred rounds like, "Yeah" (Yeah)
Bullets flyin′ 'round like bugs like, "Yeah" (Bugs like, "Yeah")
If you lookin′ for the kid, lil' bitch, I′m right here (Right here)
And I got a .45 full equipped right here (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Uh, these niggas know how we come
Slangin' them choppers, nigga, slangin′ them choppers
These niggas know where I'm from
Lil' whoadie got the meds like a doctor (Lil′ whoadie)
Fuck the feds, man, them crackers ain′t proper (Fuck the feds)
They wash you up, hope that shit don't shock you (Don′t shock you)
If I bust it down, man, that shit gon' sparkle (Bust it down)
Main bitch fat, watch her lil′ ass wobble
Still got my name in the glass bottle
And I'm still fuckin′ on the last model
Fast life bring drama
These llamas bring
Plug named Weinstein (Weinstein)
I ain't trippin' ′cause I got the bags landed (I ain′t trippin')
Q da Fool show you how to trap it out hands-free (Shinin′)
Why these police keep tryna jam me? (Tryna jam me)
You know I'm smokin′ on that plant, no
Canopy (Smokin' on that gas, gas, gas)
And I got a white bitch named Penelope (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
The plug say the work purp′, bitch, it better be (Uh, better be)
All the shit that I done sold, my ticket hella cheap (I done did)
The streets seen the best of me (Uh, uh)
Damn, uh, uh, uh
Writer(s): Xavier Dotson, George Hundall Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
