Ain't No Plug
Quarter bill a zappa I ain't taxing yeah I need it all
Premier pack of zaza come and get it whip is like the mall
Never drop the ball unless I'm dribbling for a inner drive
Drums up on my glizzy in my charger we like energize
Sympathize for goofies I ain't heard a thing like that
You bit my hand I tried to feed ya I'm a dog I bite back
Strike back thirty shots couple bills on dirty glocks
I can't fuck wit you luh boy cause in that room I heard he talks
Now imma whack yo ass never twist the bands to stack my cash
Slip my hand I ain't mean to tag em when I scoop ya girl imma grab the magnums
Grams I bag em my whips they flag em
Left a box for the fiends to snag em hit the lot new one I grab em ahahahah
Volvo hit one forty my luh juggers make runs for me
All cash when I slide to cop we got about two tons of crop
Funds that drop runts that pop they talking bout tone run the top
He run from cops he duck off spots tell them boys catchup like we snuck some tots
They thought imma come and go I'm not the one you can tell no
Roll on goofs like somersault don't ask for it my numbers bought
Once I thought they was to gain me back to black something like Amy
Make em disappear my money long but still they wanna pay me
I been on the grind wit my pole for a luh minute
Ian hard to find drop the Zelle and just put dub in it
Pullin up soon to be they tuned in tone like something loony
We can fuck up in the telly but I cant give you a room key
Nah hell nah and we gon use ya name
I can't leave a paper trail the feds they tryna scope the frame
Hope to gain that's why they use me make the team something like two three
MVP they envy me two racks that's the entry fee
Money team bunny dreams carrots imma money fien
Ion like a friendly bitch I like it when my honey mean
Some we keep and some we shake off fuck her like I'm in a race
Take off on a goofy forty five will offset his face
Set ya place up at the table cars could fill the biggest stable
Four hundred something horse rocking Burberry wit labels
Got the cable plug you in takeoff like a rocket man
I ain't no fucking plug I'm more something like a socket man
Premier pack of zaza come and get it whip is like the mall
Never drop the ball unless I'm dribbling for a inner drive
Drums up on my glizzy in my charger we like energize
Sympathize for goofies I ain't heard a thing like that
You bit my hand I tried to feed ya I'm a dog I bite back
Strike back thirty shots couple bills on dirty glocks
I can't fuck wit you luh boy cause in that room I heard he talks
Now imma whack yo ass never twist the bands to stack my cash
Slip my hand I ain't mean to tag em when I scoop ya girl imma grab the magnums
Grams I bag em my whips they flag em
Left a box for the fiends to snag em hit the lot new one I grab em ahahahah
Volvo hit one forty my luh juggers make runs for me
All cash when I slide to cop we got about two tons of crop
Funds that drop runts that pop they talking bout tone run the top
He run from cops he duck off spots tell them boys catchup like we snuck some tots
They thought imma come and go I'm not the one you can tell no
Roll on goofs like somersault don't ask for it my numbers bought
Once I thought they was to gain me back to black something like Amy
Make em disappear my money long but still they wanna pay me
I been on the grind wit my pole for a luh minute
Ian hard to find drop the Zelle and just put dub in it
Pullin up soon to be they tuned in tone like something loony
We can fuck up in the telly but I cant give you a room key
Nah hell nah and we gon use ya name
I can't leave a paper trail the feds they tryna scope the frame
Hope to gain that's why they use me make the team something like two three
MVP they envy me two racks that's the entry fee
Money team bunny dreams carrots imma money fien
Ion like a friendly bitch I like it when my honey mean
Some we keep and some we shake off fuck her like I'm in a race
Take off on a goofy forty five will offset his face
Set ya place up at the table cars could fill the biggest stable
Four hundred something horse rocking Burberry wit labels
Got the cable plug you in takeoff like a rocket man
I ain't no fucking plug I'm more something like a socket man
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Writer(s): Antonio Pulliam
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