Foulin Da Plug!

Lyrics

[Verse] That nigga hating, but he rockin' Reebok, this XD on me, make him beatbox Killin' Dakota? Hm, he thought Said he got bitches, he fuck with an e-thot (Ooh shit, man) I'm flipping shit, like I'm Rob Van Dam, he got a stick, but it god-damn jammed That ho tried holdin' my god-damn hand Put the strap to his brain, now I call him a, "Dick-head" GTA, bitch, you failin' the mission Shooter from Detroit, I ain't talkin' the Pistons, no cotton, but your bitch is pickin' Woah, woah, woah, don't cancel me I call her phone, and that lil' ho gon' answer me I cool her down, now that girl is a fan of me Fuckin' her once, now I'm part of the family I hit it once, and then I'm finna dip off One, two, three, bitch, I'm ready for lift-off Pee in her cereal, now that bitch pissed off Bitch off the cigarettes, smokin' a menthol Scammin' your unclе, he doin' my taxes NBA, bitch, you not in my bracket Not talkin' tеnnis, my money, I rack it Blow a bomb in this bitch, I Iraq it Spanish ho talkin', I call IRS Been up all night, man, I ain't get no rest Countin' up money, boy, you know the rest She tryna cuff me, ain't talkin' arrest (Gang) [Chorus] I'm fouling the plug (Bitch, I'm fouling the plug) I'm fouling the plug, bitch (Gang, bitch) I'm fouling the plug (Bitch, I'm fouling the plug) I'm fouling the plug, gang (On gang) I'm fouling the plug (I'm fouling the plug) I'm fouling the plug (Like on God) I'm fouling the plug (Plug, gang) I'm fouling the plug (On God) [Verse 2] Bullets gon come out, just like its a new-born Tell that ho, "Move around", she a, "U-Whore" Ain't making money, you sad, nigga, you poor We smoking that boy, like a Newport Choppa got range, and I ain't talking limitless Started the beef, nigga, you better finish it My diamonds wet, you might fuck round and swim in it She suck me up, nigga, no I ain't kissing it I'm in her mouth like a dentist, bitch, shit like a chemist, I'm finna go fu- fuck! Donald the stick, nigga, you better duck I ain't talking a shirt, but, I'm keeping it tucked Not from Milwaukee, I keep it a buck, and my choppa a x-ray, it see through your lungs I'm kicking shit, like I'm Madden Not talking drug, but, she sent me the addy Upping the stick, make him run to his pappy I kick her out, now she tryna slap me, "Damn" [Pre-Chorus] I keep my K, as a form of security Shoutout Wes, I don't think that they heard me I'm in her guts, now she tryna marry me Man, I stay with my dogs like a furry Show me yo clit lil ho, I'm in a hurry AF1's, nigga, they never dirty She eating me, she related to Kirby Shooting shit, man, I'm clutch, like I'm Curry (Gang) [Chorus] I'm fouling the plug (Bitch, I'm fouling the plug) I'm fouling the plug, bitch (Gang, bitch) I'm fouling the plug (Bitch, I'm fouling the plug) I'm fouling the plug, gang (On gang) I'm fouling the plug (I'm fouling the plug) I'm fouling the plug (Like on God) I'm fouling the plug (Plug, gang) I'm fouling the plug (On God) [Outro Verse] He in the trenches, in need of a hand, man, my chop like a PB&J, never jam Really don't know what I'm doing, come to his reunion, then I'm finna shoot up his fam M-man I got too many ho's in my phone, got a white one, but, she is in need of a tan Neighbors, they all at my door asking, "Why it's so loud", nigga, I'm finna slap me a Karen (Slap me a Karen)