Plug Talk
Niggas be talking that trap shit but never be trapping
They really be capping
Niggas be jacking they like that but never bout action
They really be acting
Niggas be jacking they popping but copying our shit
And never gone pop shit you steady on op shit
You know how we rocking come Pull up and bomb shit
They know they can't stop us
Really can't say that I'm shocked though
Really the plug like El Chapo
We got that dope shit come shop boy
You do not be on that block boy
Cant rock with you niggas we hot boy
We come out and shut down the spot boy
We got this rap shit on lock boy
Keep adding flames to the pot boy
Like youngins and playgrounds
Couldn't be broke so niggas get paid now
Threaten my brother that's nothing to play bout
Niggas be chilling so please do not play round
Tried to get crazy I'm jacking you k now
Hiding and ducking when I hop out the cave now
Your day any day now
You gone get sprayed out
Bodies get laid out
Flesh on a tray now name turn to a block
Cause we bringing them ks out
Bought yellow tape out
You know what it mean when them shell cases laying round
You can not play with that man
I promise you not gone like how it's gone play it out
If it get late out
You cannot stay Out
Lacking and spaced out
Turn to a stain now get smoked to the face now
Swear that my glock was thotty
The way that them hollows was blowing his brains out
See ops Afar
Speed up the car
Grab the AR send his soul to stars
Long live the king we gone toss em like scar
Can't fuck with my niggas we take it to far
Spin through ya block
Clutching a glock
I up it and flock
I Squeeze till it stop
Niggas start ducking when bodies start dropping
We aim for heads we closing ya coffin
Hit up ya moms and tell her God calling
He seen ya son and the reaper just caught Em
He said it was beef and got sent to the slaughter
Was spooky and bloody the shit was a horror
I'm sorry miss mama your son was a goner
Gasping for air like he choking on water
Breathes getting shorter and shorter
I call up the coroner
I promise ya son ain't seeing tomorrow
Sorry to tell you his soul just got borrowed
He was selling for me and was stealing the profit
And you gone be next if you tell anybody
Pray to our father I don't ever come find you
Just take it and ride keep them bones in ya closet
Or go to the grave make another deposit
Chop up ya body leave blood in the faucet
Cut through ya chest put ya heart in my pocket
I'm sorry miss mama I'm just being honest
It's part of the game when you dealing Narcotics
I say it's just business you say it's psychotic
If business is booming I'm never gone stop it
I feel like the king they know I'm the hottest
Like I got the glow I feel like a prophet
Standing ten toes
They know that I'm solid
Looking for work then come step in my office
Niggas be talking that trap shit but never be trapping
They really be capping
Niggas be jacking they like that but never bout action
They really be acting
Niggas be jacking they popping but copying our shit
And never gone pop shit you steady on op shit
You know how we rocking come Pull up and bomb shit
They know they can't stop us
Really can't say that I'm shocked though
Really the plug like El Chapo
We got that dope shit come shop boy
You do not be on that block boy
Cant rock with you niggas we hot boy
We come out and shut down the spot boy
We got this rap shit on lock boy
Keep adding flames to the pot boy
They really be capping
Niggas be jacking they like that but never bout action
They really be acting
Niggas be jacking they popping but copying our shit
And never gone pop shit you steady on op shit
You know how we rocking come Pull up and bomb shit
They know they can't stop us
Really can't say that I'm shocked though
Really the plug like El Chapo
We got that dope shit come shop boy
You do not be on that block boy
Cant rock with you niggas we hot boy
We come out and shut down the spot boy
We got this rap shit on lock boy
Keep adding flames to the pot boy
Like youngins and playgrounds
Couldn't be broke so niggas get paid now
Threaten my brother that's nothing to play bout
Niggas be chilling so please do not play round
Tried to get crazy I'm jacking you k now
Hiding and ducking when I hop out the cave now
Your day any day now
You gone get sprayed out
Bodies get laid out
Flesh on a tray now name turn to a block
Cause we bringing them ks out
Bought yellow tape out
You know what it mean when them shell cases laying round
You can not play with that man
I promise you not gone like how it's gone play it out
If it get late out
You cannot stay Out
Lacking and spaced out
Turn to a stain now get smoked to the face now
Swear that my glock was thotty
The way that them hollows was blowing his brains out
See ops Afar
Speed up the car
Grab the AR send his soul to stars
Long live the king we gone toss em like scar
Can't fuck with my niggas we take it to far
Spin through ya block
Clutching a glock
I up it and flock
I Squeeze till it stop
Niggas start ducking when bodies start dropping
We aim for heads we closing ya coffin
Hit up ya moms and tell her God calling
He seen ya son and the reaper just caught Em
He said it was beef and got sent to the slaughter
Was spooky and bloody the shit was a horror
I'm sorry miss mama your son was a goner
Gasping for air like he choking on water
Breathes getting shorter and shorter
I call up the coroner
I promise ya son ain't seeing tomorrow
Sorry to tell you his soul just got borrowed
He was selling for me and was stealing the profit
And you gone be next if you tell anybody
Pray to our father I don't ever come find you
Just take it and ride keep them bones in ya closet
Or go to the grave make another deposit
Chop up ya body leave blood in the faucet
Cut through ya chest put ya heart in my pocket
I'm sorry miss mama I'm just being honest
It's part of the game when you dealing Narcotics
I say it's just business you say it's psychotic
If business is booming I'm never gone stop it
I feel like the king they know I'm the hottest
Like I got the glow I feel like a prophet
Standing ten toes
They know that I'm solid
Looking for work then come step in my office
Niggas be talking that trap shit but never be trapping
They really be capping
Niggas be jacking they like that but never bout action
They really be acting
Niggas be jacking they popping but copying our shit
And never gone pop shit you steady on op shit
You know how we rocking come Pull up and bomb shit
They know they can't stop us
Really can't say that I'm shocked though
Really the plug like El Chapo
We got that dope shit come shop boy
You do not be on that block boy
Cant rock with you niggas we hot boy
We come out and shut down the spot boy
We got this rap shit on lock boy
Keep adding flames to the pot boy
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Writer(s): Kyle Moore
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