Plug

Lyrics

[Chorus: T.Y.] I'm to real for this fake shit Oh you looking for a plug nigga why you ain't say shit Fendi P will have you laced quick If I call my nigga up then you better cop at least a zip We really live by the G code Steady getting this money not worrying 'bout no freak hoes You could smell it all in my clothes I was smoking out the pound but you prolly already know [Verse 1: T.Y.] I really live for this G shit Middle fingers to the ones who still can't believe this Gang coming through your speakers Jet Life, they got a lot of niggas wanna be us That shit we got they want it Fuck boys want be my homie This shit I'm smoking funky Pull off in something foreign Niggas out here and they still hating Why you not trynna get this paper These hoes gon' be there later (?) and step yo' weight up In the game and I'm trynna make a change This shit these niggas talking bout so lame Bout to crash trynna jump in my lane We at the top and this shit ain't gon' change I'm high as fuck and all that hating shit gon' blow it I kept it real and held it down when I was on that tour bus touring Yea, give me the rock and I'm scoring I can't fuck with no basic bitch cause them basic bitches be boring Nigga true to this G shit [Chorus: T.Y.] I'm to real for this fake shit Oh you looking for a plug nigga why you ain't say shit Fendi P will have you laced quick If I call my nigga up then you better cop at least a zip We really live by the G code Steady getting this money not worrying 'bout no freak hoes You could smell it all in my clothes I was smoking out the pound but you prolly already know [Verse 2: Fendi P] I'm too real for a fake bitch I'm too trill for the he-say she-say fake shit I smoke a pound to the face bitch I crack the seal, keep it real with you I ain't trynna sell shit I got the Regal on Daytons (?) on 26, Box Chevy on 8's bitch You know Spitta quick to drop shit Got a car for everyday of the month and shit, look Ain't with none of the fuck shit My lil' nigga with the dumb shit The right price get ya curb service Pull up on ya ass like I own a lawn service, nigga I just spent 30 riding round with the 30 I be loading things in Range Rovers I be loaded in my condo I just poured up in a (?) I finesse a jug in San Diego I might fuck around and bring back the Kangol I been paid since a nigga wore a du-rag They going crazy over bitches that I been had Old titty ass bitches only want bags Or fugazi ass shit, we don't fuck with that Rollie dial all gold nigga Trinidad And they ain't just start hating niggas been mad [Chorus: T.Y.] I'm to real for this fake shit Oh you looking for a plug nigga why you ain't say shit Fendi P will have you laced quick If I call my nigga up then you better cop at least a zip We really live by the G code Steady getting this money not worrying 'bout no freak hoes You could smell it all in my clothes I was smoking out the pound but you prolly already know