Rob My Plug
Fredo Kruger
I'm 'bout to rob my plug, take his ass down
For a couple bricks, then feed it to my town
I'm 'bout to rob my plug
I'm 'bout to rob my plug (my plug)
I'm 'bout to rob my plug, take his ass down
For a couple bricks, then feed it to my town
I'm 'bout to rob my plug
I'm 'bout to rob my plug, my plug
Trapper of the year, bitch, I can't stop trappin'
Weed so stanky, you can smell it through the pack
Put it in the pot, then I bag it in the plastic
Crack doing numbers, clucka say I got magic
But if you run up on me, then it's gonna be a tragedy (bang, bang)
Them bullets get to flyin', couple bodies and a casket
A fiend for that money, man, I swear I'm an addict (what?)
Wherever it's at, when I see it, I just grab it
The .30 that I'm packin', rob me, it ain't happen (naw)
Now you on the news from this .40 that I'm blastin' (trap shit)
My plug, he be taxin', but I'ma set him up
Have them killas at his house, whoever they see, they wettin' up
I'm 'bout to rob my plug (plug), take his ass down (down)
For a couple bricks (bricks), then feed it to my town
I'm 'bout to rob my plug (what?)
I'm 'bout to rob my plug (my plug)
I'm 'bout to rob my plug (plug), take his ass down (down)
For a couple bricks, then feed it to my town
I'm 'bout to rob my plug
I'm 'bout to rob my plug (my plug)
My trap don't slow up, clientele done stop up
Hop out, nigga, we ain't servin', unless your car parked
Bitches see me starstruck, niggas wanna play tough
Actin' like they want war, the 'K will tear your face off
Last week robbed the kush man, this week rob the dope man
Hear you holdin' work man, get your ass poked, fam (I did)
Thinkin' it's a joke fam, then I kick yo' door in
Everybody on the ground - Ballout bring them ropes in
Kush smoke, kush smoke - all I do is kush smoke
Disrespect my set, then you fuck around and get smoked
Gamble with your life, ask my shooters what they hittin' for
Fed ass niggas - snitching, giving info (tell 'em)
I'm 'bout to rob my plug, take his ass down
For a couple bricks, then feed it to my town
I'm 'bout to rob my plug
I'm 'bout to rob my plug (my plug)
I'm 'bout to rob my plug, take his ass down
For a couple bricks, then feed it to my town
I'm 'bout to rob my plug (what?) (Trapaholic)
I'm 'bout to rob my plug
I'm 'bout to rob my plug, take his ass down
For a couple bricks, then feed it to my town
I'm 'bout to rob my plug
I'm 'bout to rob my plug (my plug)
I'm 'bout to rob my plug, take his ass down
For a couple bricks, then feed it to my town
I'm 'bout to rob my plug
I'm 'bout to rob my plug, my plug
Trapper of the year, bitch, I can't stop trappin'
Weed so stanky, you can smell it through the pack
Put it in the pot, then I bag it in the plastic
Crack doing numbers, clucka say I got magic
But if you run up on me, then it's gonna be a tragedy (bang, bang)
Them bullets get to flyin', couple bodies and a casket
A fiend for that money, man, I swear I'm an addict (what?)
Wherever it's at, when I see it, I just grab it
The .30 that I'm packin', rob me, it ain't happen (naw)
Now you on the news from this .40 that I'm blastin' (trap shit)
My plug, he be taxin', but I'ma set him up
Have them killas at his house, whoever they see, they wettin' up
I'm 'bout to rob my plug (plug), take his ass down (down)
For a couple bricks (bricks), then feed it to my town
I'm 'bout to rob my plug (what?)
I'm 'bout to rob my plug (my plug)
I'm 'bout to rob my plug (plug), take his ass down (down)
For a couple bricks, then feed it to my town
I'm 'bout to rob my plug
I'm 'bout to rob my plug (my plug)
My trap don't slow up, clientele done stop up
Hop out, nigga, we ain't servin', unless your car parked
Bitches see me starstruck, niggas wanna play tough
Actin' like they want war, the 'K will tear your face off
Last week robbed the kush man, this week rob the dope man
Hear you holdin' work man, get your ass poked, fam (I did)
Thinkin' it's a joke fam, then I kick yo' door in
Everybody on the ground - Ballout bring them ropes in
Kush smoke, kush smoke - all I do is kush smoke
Disrespect my set, then you fuck around and get smoked
Gamble with your life, ask my shooters what they hittin' for
Fed ass niggas - snitching, giving info (tell 'em)
I'm 'bout to rob my plug, take his ass down
For a couple bricks, then feed it to my town
I'm 'bout to rob my plug
I'm 'bout to rob my plug (my plug)
I'm 'bout to rob my plug, take his ass down
For a couple bricks, then feed it to my town
I'm 'bout to rob my plug (what?) (Trapaholic)
I'm 'bout to rob my plug
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Writer(s): Derrick Coleman, Michael Brendan O'brien
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