Plug

Lyrics

[Hook: Big Flock] The plug he called my phone like what you want I told him I'm down bad I need a front He said sure nuff' Glocka, what you need I said something that's gonna get me on my feet He said okay cool, it's on the way The mail say it's gonna be there in a day Since that day, young nigga got back on his shit And I never called the plug back ever since [Verse 1: Shabazz] (Rest in peace bob, Free lil mar) (Soon he might hop out the car) (Shabazz nigga) PBG band up got grams up AR lay em' flat just like a plasma Smoking OG on moon rocks got asthma Your bitch on my dick I just passed her Lil D he might crash in your bitch I got that gas I don't work my wrist Too much clientele, Ion' give a fuck bout' a bitch Too many shooters, Ion' give a fuck bout' a diss Free Lil Mar, swear he innocent After I make this hit Imma fuck ya bitch Sipping Codeine no ace of spade I got this shit off a bag of shake Buss down that swag and I make some plays Gas coming in every day Oh that's your bitch I been smash that Bombs in my trap just like it's Baghdad My niggas and your niggas different My niggas hitting Them niggas missing Dog tryna bite I need to walk it Call duffle bag and start an auction Niggas stealing swag like we golfing AR pistol put em' in a coffin [Hook: Big Flock] The plug he called my phone like what you want I told him I'm down bad I need a front He said sure nuff' Glocka, what you need I said something that's gonna get me on my feet He said okay cool, it's on the way The mail say it's gonna be there in a day Since that day, young nigga got back on his shit And I never called the plug back ever since [Verse 2: Q Da Fool] (Huh?)(Hello?) (Q Da Fool) (PBG) I just came home to a Ruger Bout to beat the case and then Imma run away Not with the talking, I just let this 100 spray Hollow tips flying so pussy boy go away I walked in the club with the heat I go see the plug in a week My brother a shooter, yeah he a creep Free Lil Mar yeah he a G I just seen the opps like what you want? Imma go back in the car and grab the pump And fuck you mean pussies getting killed for free You better not stutter when I ask you "what you need?" None of your shooters got bodies They ship my lil shooter out Cali He cooling with Crips and Bloods I'm cooling with robbers and plugs Boogie work out with the draco My shooter shoot 5 like he maino My shooter shoot shots when I say so I just made straight beat the case doe My robbers hop out and they take everything Catch a fuck nigga he take everything Not spending no bands on no wedding ring Imma just cop a new 50 piece Curb service come get 50 pills Good molly gas in a vacuum seal If the numbers low Imma tax him still My lil brother locked up this shit real [Hook: Big Flock] The plug he called my phone like what you want I told him I'm down bad I need a front He said sure nuff' Glocka, what you need I said something that's gonna get me on my feet He said okay cool, it's on the way The mail say it's gonna be there in a day Since that day, young nigga got back on his shit And I never called the plug back ever since