The Plug

Uh, yeah

Rich vibes, clear diamonds

Clean drink, bad bitches

Plug named Weinstein

I ain't trippin' cause I got the bags landin'

Q Da Fool show you how to trap it out, hands free

Why these police keep tryna jam me?

You know I'm smokin' on that plant, no canopy

And I got a white bitch named Penelope

The plug say the work pure, bitch, it better be

All the shit that I done sold, my ticket hella cheap

The streets ain't the best of me

You gotta pay a bag just to mess with me

The MAC, and the K, and the TEC with me

They said that lil' bitch was wet, but sheesh

Too much gas, young **** can't breathe

Got too much shit, a young **** don't need

Pulled up, smokin' out with my OG

Shout out to Zay 'cause he playin' with the keys

Hop out the Wraith, they can't believe what they see

Big stunna, no Cash Money

Blue hunnids, bitch, we want it

From the south to the north, they know we gunnin'

Watch your mouth 'round the gang 'cause we comin'

We hungry, bitch, we want it

Where that work at, bitch, we want it

Take the 9 out, they cryin' now

Bitch, you really tryna die for five pounds?

Home Depot gang, we keep a drill

I catch that case, I don't say no names, I keep it real

I shoot your ass while the other hand bear the will

Well, when I die, I never will, I got the heart of steel

I got a hunnid pounds right now in the field

Shout out to Rich Shootas, those my Navy SEALs

If I send 'em, man, they drummin' for real

I know you a fuck, give a fuck how you feel

My kid gotta eat and my bitch want a mil'

I wanna get rich and get head, and just chill

Kill a ****, it's a hell of a thrill

This Rich Shoota lifestyle shit real

See my first hunnid rounds like, yeah

Bullets flyin' 'round like Buzz Lightyear

If you lookin' for the kid, lil' bitch, I'm right here

And I got a forty-five for the clip right here, uh

These **** know how we comin'

Slangin' them choppers, ****, slangin' them choppers

These **** know where I'm from

Largo Road, got the meds like a doctor

Fuck the feds, man, them crackers ain't proper

They wash you up, hope that shit don't shock 'em

If I bust it down, man, that shit gon' sparkle

Main bitch fat, watch her lil' ass wobble

Still got my name in a glass bottle

And I'm still fuckin' on the last model

Fast life bring drama

These llamas bring

Plug named Weinstein

I ain't trippin' cause I got the bags landin'

Q Da Fool show you how to trap it out, hands free

Why these police keep tryna jam me?

You know I'm smokin' on that plant, no canopy

And I got a white bitch named Penelope

The plug say the work pure, bitch, it better be

All the shit that I done sold, my ticket hella cheap

The streets ain't the best of me