Wake Up
Hello
Aye where you at bro man I'm tryna get a cutie man
Aye I'ma meet ya outside in a min I'm in a session
C'mon man i got a plan i gotta go man c'mo
Tighten up man
Respect the plug respect the grind
Big homie Fat Twon in this hoe what it do
Yea yea yea yea
Ayeee
She just just wanna lay up
I'm tryna get my cake up
I'm tryna stack it way up
I'm bout to shoot it face up
I hope i don't get cased up
If you get jammed don't say nothing
If you sleep on me wake up
I didn't ask for no favor
Riding around with a loaded AR
I hit you from the corner like I'm JR
Eliminate a nigga like the playoffs
Fuck these hoes i just want the paper
Yea yea
Fuck all these i just want the paper
I met the plug that's the way i came up
He put me in the field like a raider
It ain't no love lost
From drug walks to plug talks
Them Slugs spark from sun up to past dark
This AR riding with me it's on the front seat
That cutta speak it'll turn a nigga to lunch meat
I can't be in the crib laid in the bed witcha
I'm in the streets cause I'm tryna count up this bread witcha
Hand itching phone ringing i know that's money calling
They in the stands with the fans who wanna see me balling
One second one shot you know i gotta take it
It's all on me RDP you know I gotta make it
Respect The Grind it's my time i took no handouts
The rose that grow from the concrete you know i stand out
I called the play broke the huddle watch how it pan out
I'm going deep
Fourth and long i scored a touchdown
They sleep on me wake em up this the alarm sound
I'm going off speaking my truth you gone feel my pain
Respect The Plug they gone know the name
Going hard give you some money but we are not the same
Twenty eight x thirty six that's a whole thang
At twenty five a piece watch how i move the whole thang gone
She just just wanna lay up
I'm tryna get my cake up
I'm tryna stack it way up
I'm bout to shoot it face up
I hope i don't get cased up
If you get jammed don't say nothin
If you sleep on me wake up
I didn't ask for no favor
Riding around with a loaded AR
I hit you from the corner like I'm JR
Eliminate a nigga like the playoffs
Fuck these hoes i just want the paper
Yea yea
Fuck all these hoes I just want the paper
I met the plug that's the way i came up
He put me in the field like a raider
Yea ayee
Shit been crazy since the Covid-19
Seen a single ounce of yayo go fo19
The 17-5 if you on the right team
I promise any lower it ain't gone be the right thing
A nigga that'll scheme
Bitches who'll scheme too
They just tryna win
Tell you the truth im tryna win too
Shit i gotta hustle feed my fam too
I pray that custom let that package scan through
And boy if that bitch bam through
I'm back up the sack up and the bands blue
Operation slut bitch that shit gettin ran through
Whole zips, half zips, quarters grams too
Middle man and hand to hand oo
Put my dawgs on
Reach out to the fam too
Put some food up in this spot
Let that go ham too
Bet twon still winning
Yes i am oh
She just just wanna lay up
I'm tryna get my cake up
I'm tryna stack it way up
I'm bout to shoot it face up
I hope i don't get cased up
If you get jammed don't say nothin
If you sleep on me wake up
I didn't ask for no favor
Riding around with a loaded AR
I hit you from the corner like I'm JR
Eliminate a nigga like the playoffs
Fuck these hoes i just want the paper
Yea yea
Fuck all these hoes I just want the paper
I met the plug that's the way i came up
He put me in the field like a raider
Aye where you at bro man I'm tryna get a cutie man
Aye I'ma meet ya outside in a min I'm in a session
C'mon man i got a plan i gotta go man c'mo
Tighten up man
Respect the plug respect the grind
Big homie Fat Twon in this hoe what it do
Yea yea yea yea
Ayeee
She just just wanna lay up
I'm tryna get my cake up
I'm tryna stack it way up
I'm bout to shoot it face up
I hope i don't get cased up
If you get jammed don't say nothing
If you sleep on me wake up
I didn't ask for no favor
Riding around with a loaded AR
I hit you from the corner like I'm JR
Eliminate a nigga like the playoffs
Fuck these hoes i just want the paper
Yea yea
Fuck all these i just want the paper
I met the plug that's the way i came up
He put me in the field like a raider
It ain't no love lost
From drug walks to plug talks
Them Slugs spark from sun up to past dark
This AR riding with me it's on the front seat
That cutta speak it'll turn a nigga to lunch meat
I can't be in the crib laid in the bed witcha
I'm in the streets cause I'm tryna count up this bread witcha
Hand itching phone ringing i know that's money calling
They in the stands with the fans who wanna see me balling
One second one shot you know i gotta take it
It's all on me RDP you know I gotta make it
Respect The Grind it's my time i took no handouts
The rose that grow from the concrete you know i stand out
I called the play broke the huddle watch how it pan out
I'm going deep
Fourth and long i scored a touchdown
They sleep on me wake em up this the alarm sound
I'm going off speaking my truth you gone feel my pain
Respect The Plug they gone know the name
Going hard give you some money but we are not the same
Twenty eight x thirty six that's a whole thang
At twenty five a piece watch how i move the whole thang gone
She just just wanna lay up
I'm tryna get my cake up
I'm tryna stack it way up
I'm bout to shoot it face up
I hope i don't get cased up
If you get jammed don't say nothin
If you sleep on me wake up
I didn't ask for no favor
Riding around with a loaded AR
I hit you from the corner like I'm JR
Eliminate a nigga like the playoffs
Fuck these hoes i just want the paper
Yea yea
Fuck all these hoes I just want the paper
I met the plug that's the way i came up
He put me in the field like a raider
Yea ayee
Shit been crazy since the Covid-19
Seen a single ounce of yayo go fo19
The 17-5 if you on the right team
I promise any lower it ain't gone be the right thing
A nigga that'll scheme
Bitches who'll scheme too
They just tryna win
Tell you the truth im tryna win too
Shit i gotta hustle feed my fam too
I pray that custom let that package scan through
And boy if that bitch bam through
I'm back up the sack up and the bands blue
Operation slut bitch that shit gettin ran through
Whole zips, half zips, quarters grams too
Middle man and hand to hand oo
Put my dawgs on
Reach out to the fam too
Put some food up in this spot
Let that go ham too
Bet twon still winning
Yes i am oh
She just just wanna lay up
I'm tryna get my cake up
I'm tryna stack it way up
I'm bout to shoot it face up
I hope i don't get cased up
If you get jammed don't say nothin
If you sleep on me wake up
I didn't ask for no favor
Riding around with a loaded AR
I hit you from the corner like I'm JR
Eliminate a nigga like the playoffs
Fuck these hoes i just want the paper
Yea yea
Fuck all these hoes I just want the paper
I met the plug that's the way i came up
He put me in the field like a raider
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Writer(s): Big Kenny, Jonathan Nicholson, Brad Arnold
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