The Plug

Roll up a quarter ounce this shit ain't no gram
To the feens I Sell the juana leaf makin' money
He must not know who the fuck I am and why he wanna beef
He ain't gotta gun But know That I keep my tec on me
Fore I smoked on keef now I'm smokin' on at Sonny Dee
There he be walking down 03 Can't belive what I see
Young nigga he got no hoes cuz they all on me
Young nigga he can't throw those he ain't from the E

I got Myles Turner in the tec That's 33 shots to your neck
I ain't even gon look back Cuz I Kno that nigga he dead
Went to the news bae I jus wanna check
Know I've been chasing that check
That check and your neck
Diss me and you will be next
Slitting your throat a bloody mess yuh
(leave a bloody mess)
Got ten k in the bank
Spent three k on a shank
Climb up the ranks yuh
Hitting that broad day
I don't know what to say
Nigga got hit in his face yuh
I might catch a case
I might do the race
Nigga go Call me Tay k
I might do a hunnid days
I pray my lawyer can save my ass



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Writer(s): Isaiah Resendes
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