The Plug Called

Lyrics

[Hook: Lon Gotti] (x2) The plug called, cha-ching It's time to pick it up You know me, I hit the block then I triple up Momma said, "anytime you make a quarter, put a nickel up it be them niggas that's with you that's trynna stick you up" [Verse 1: Z] I make moves I paid dues when I was school books Monstrous like yoga, so I'm Yoda on these street crooks Sweatpants my holster, he out doja where the E look Beastly how my feet look The concrete make the heat cook I'm palming on these hips And stick pirañas on these cheese dips Obama when I split or something similar to breathe with Confident as shit I ride the waves not talking seasick Momma know I'm sick, I vomit comets when I eat shit Homies in the hood and carry tools just like mechanic shops You're passing with sporadic thoughts and Cadillacs like heat clip Obama the moving heat spit Impede lock when he crease fits Weed look like he bleached it Crystals blinking like a teeth get Cheese! I'm trynna get the shit at ease I'm crushing scum in the studio and rapping in the streets Working harder than the average man But I'm lazy as can be He ain't got it He gon sell it Just take the family out to eat [Hook: Lon Gotti] (x2) The plug called, cha-ching It's time to pick it up You know me, I hit the block then I triple up Momma said, "anytime you make a quarter, put a nickel up it be them niggas that's with you that's trynna stick you up" [Verse 2: Dark Diesel] Every time I make a quarter these niggas is scared It costs money for a warrant I don't think they compare When the situation is hairy I'm spitting out [near?] With the speed of a cheetah but the mouth of a bear Breaking bones Shaking homes just to get my chips Off with your head, I'm taking domes home to feed my pits But with it I click-clack and I jiggity-jack these niggas for the better things [I heard that?] you're calling them after your wallet Even wedding rings They live in this lane Dismember your gang Bang, Nate Remember my name, still coming with flames Slain rocks the same way that the sling sat Everything black and white in plain view, like I never seen Cops exposed the gun You pivot and run, drums still will make your knee pop Never sober, pushing ovens over make the street hot He's hot Wait Naw somebody better cool me off D-bowing the block I'm making niggas take they jewelry off [Hook: Lon Gotti] (x2) The plug called, cha-ching It's time to pick it up You know me, I hit the block then I triple up Momma said, "anytime you make a quarter, put a nickel up it be them niggas that's with you that's trynna stick you up" [Verse 3: Lon Gotti] Facts If I ever fall back to my last stack You can bet I'll bounce back off my last sack Breaking bitches still feeling like the last MAC Tell these hoes give me cash, you don't get no cash back I'm abstract, I stash racks, my bag's packed Always copping more for em on my last pack Them niggas don't got my back, they'll leave my ass whacked That's why I lash first so I ain't gotta lash back Yeah, I learnt the game at a young age So I made it my only mission to get dumb pay Fuck a nigga, fuck a bitch cause they all strays I'm just trynna count this paper up in all ways Long days Long nights No sleep I was on the creep looking for something to eat Everybody claim to be lions but all I see is sheep Everybody team Supreme so I'mma be Elite [Hook: Lon Gotti] (x2) The plug called, cha-ching It's time to pick it up You know me, I hit the block then I triple up Momma said, "anytime you make a quarter, put a nickel up it be them niggas that's with you that's trynna stick you up