Fake Plugs (feat. Dai1k)

Yea
Jake, Jake
And i'm tired of all these fucking plugs, cause they fake
Fake plugs

You smoke out your pack that you selling?
I can tell that its corn cause its yellow
Bad bitch she gone ball Cinderella
Got money like i'm Rockefeller
If I call you then you better answer
Get on your shit like a dancer
Bitch I'm fly like a Rudolph I'm prancer
Keep it low-key when I move
Cant say you the plug if you loosing
Gang with me gone keep him a tool
Ima' act up just like I'm a fool
Not playing, so i figured its cool
Cant say you the plug if you loosing
Gang with me gone keep him a tool
Ima' act up just like I'm a fool

How the fuck you selling weed and you still aint got no money?
Niggas smoking out they pack
Oh yea you a dumb dummy
How the fuck you say you serve but you don't never have no work?
How the fuck is you the plug but your connections weak as fuck?
Yeen' never seen a brick
You aint never hit no lick
Yea you go to the gun range but you don't ride around with sticks
Niggas claiming a whole life that they really don't live by
Niggas scared to serve at night
They be like hurry up and buy
Yea you tuned in but don't like shit
I hit the mall and I buy shit
I fuck hoes no dike shit
Every money move is silent
These niggas hate that's mad tough
I never hate nigga, that's bad luck
New safe nigga, new pad lock
You fuck with me and get fucked up

You smoke out your pack that you selling?
I can tell that its corn cause its yellow
Bad bitch she gone ball Cinderella
Got money like I'm Rockefeller
If I call you then you better answer
Get on your shit like a dancer
Bitch I'm fly like a Rudolph I'm prancer
Keep it low-key when I move
Cant say you the plug if you loosing
Gang with me gone keep him a tool
Ima' act up just like I'm a fool
Not playing, so i figured its cool
Cant say you the plug if you loosing
Gang with me gone keep him a tool
Ima' act up just like I'm a fool

By fucked up I mean beat down
My main shooters dont play around
New gun nigga barely make sounds
It go pew pew and they all down
I been on sense last year
New coat nigga this cashmere
You old pussy, no pap smear
I get more money than the cashier
Niggas was worried about bitches
And I was worried about digits
Ran off with your pack in an instance
Ran off with your pack in the distance
Aye' niggas steady capping when I pull up they aint with it
Bitches hopping in my mentions, give me head like fitted
I'm blessed nigga, I'm gifted
These lame niggas don't get it
Call up the plug and he missing
Like damn nigga you tripping
Aye' young niggas making moves
We be having weight on us (got that weight)
Took a different route so the fake
plugs hate on us(in different states)

You smoke out your pack that you selling?
I can tell that its corn cause its yellow
Bad bitch she gone ball Cinderella
Got money like i'm Rockefeller
If I call you then you better answer
Get on your shit like a dancer
Bitch I'm fly like a Rudolph I'm prancer
Keep it low-key when I move
Cant say you the plug if you loosing
Gang with me gone keep him a tool
Ima' act up just like I'm a fool
Not playing, so i figured its cool
Cant say you the plug if you loosing
Gang with me gone keep him a tool
Ima' act up just like I'm a fool



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Hawkins, Tereon D Greene
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