Plug Talk (feat. 2 Chainz)

(La Musica de Harry Fraud)

In interviews talkin' plug talk

Got my name off of drug talk

(Told you they don't make **** like the Butcher no more man)

In interviews talkin' plug talk

Got my name off of drug talk

(They think I be glorifyin' this street shit, not at all)

In interviews talkin' plug talk

Got my name off of drug talk

(I been glorifyin' how far we came, ****, that's on the Bible)

In interviews talkin' plug talk

Got my name off of drug talk

(Y'all **** wouldn't know about it though)

Yeah, uh

I only do it for the gangsters

**** tellin' me I saved it

Quarter million for a tour overseas

I'ma have to learn another language

You the richest on the team

But you still work the hardest, make changes

I fucked around and got famous

Right when the dope game got dangerous

In my interviews talkin' plug talk

On my last album I explained it

When the fork tellin' you let the work lockin'

Clean the sink out and then drain it

Real **** underrated

That's why we never celebrated

True story, got a quarter from my plug on the day I got raided

Held it down, I ain't lose it

Think he told but can't prove it

You hear sounds of the pot scrapin', me, I only hear music

Co-sign I don't need one

I was a shooter now I feed one

Hundred bands in the fridge next to a stick of butter and Caprisuns

My lil' bitch ass the fattest

Body like she work at magic

And since I'm rich I deserve her

If she fuck a broke **** that's tragic

I flew her in from Houston

She listen to Scarface and Travis

Got the coat with the F on the jacket

Got the kicks from Belle Harbor to match it

In interviews talkin' plug talk

Got my name off of drug talk

(Yeah, uh)

In interviews talkin' plug talk

Got my name off of drug talk (Got my name off of drug talk)

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

In interviews talkin' plug talk

Got my name off of drug talk

(Ten toes solid ****)

(This what stayin' down get you)

In interviews talkin' plug talk

Got my name off of drug talk (Yeah)

(Yeah, Tony, yeah)

Bilingual and I'm multifaceted

Kris Cringle when I'm in my baggage

Hundred feet above average

By twenty-one I was a savage

By twenty-two I had a foreign

By twenty-three I had crashed it

On twenty-fours like Mashburn

Twenty-five lighters on my dresser, yessir

Plug Talk like a Tesla

Ball hard, Uncle Fester

Did this with no effort

Put you in the hospital and put logos on the stretcher

Glide on em' like Drexler

Slide on em' like home plate

Man, you need to know the code gate

Gettin' cheese like Colgate

I can make the fork rotate

I only care about me

I tell you, "Happy birthday" on the wrong date

Turkey bags was my best friend

Bodyguard was a FN

I need a garage to put a jet in (Yeah)

In a foreign that's my element

Got a scale to weigh a Elephant

Hell-bound but I'm Heaven sent

In the bank, Bill Bellamy

Mean I'm laughin' with the bag

Hit my plug on Facetime

Make an order with my hands, yeah

In interviews talkin' plug talk

Got my name off of drug talk

(Yeah, uh) yeah, uh

In interviews talkin' plug talk

Got my name off of drug talk

(Big Griselda)

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)