Legend of the PLUG

(Ah)

(Ah, ah, ah, ah)

I'm the fucking plug, man
Sellin' weed, I changed the game
Oh, you thought you got it cheaper?
That's a fucking shit strain
Pushed the loud my whole damn life
I saved the hood from them white eyes
I'll even do it stoned, dealing hemp, destroying spice

Puff, puff, pass? I'm about to chief this gas
Try to kill my high new nigga, I can beat your ass
Steal from the rich, and I'll fucking keep it like I should
I ain't gonna share, call that shit Robin Hood

P to the L, to the U, to the G
Selling loud on the streets since that boy was fourteen
The cops try to stop him, but he's loyal to his people
So hе keeps slinging loud, even though that shit's illegal

I'll brеak all your bongs and, I best not catch you snitching
I got lungs of steel, bitch! So you better listen
I smoked for so long that my tolerance is maxed out
I got way too many blunts and all my bowls are packed loud
I'll take a snap now, and pack loud, Because the world needs me to wrap now
I got the right strain, smoke it loud, I can't see you through my weed cloud
Just give me some blunts to pull
And let me toke until my lungs are full
So I can supply the hood with loud
Until the stash is plentiful

P to the L, to the U, to the G
Selling loud on the streets since that boy was fourteen
The cops try to stop him, but he's loyal to his people
So he keeps slinging loud, even though that shit's illegal

It's that hood stock broker, selling loud that's mediocre
Your loud is filled with stems, smoke a pound and still be sober
You look like Blake Griffin, get Stewie in this bitch
You're running around selling, but I know that you're a snitch

Oh snap, its Ghetto Gamer who's weed came from the wild
Dried out wrap, loosely packed, was this rolled by a child
Your quality's stupid cheap, your headset fucking reeks
Don't you think 20 a grams a little bit steep

You think people dumb enough to get laced up so often
They come to my house, on my couch, and beg to be coughing
They're tired of your little nugs, and your bowls with Rick's face
When people buy my strains they don't care if it's laced

Man, your loud is rancid, just like your shitty rap
Your bitch don't got the heart to tell you that your shit is wack
Unlike 2K, you got no game and no more left to toke
Today will be known as the day you got out smoked

P to the L, to the U, to the G
Selling loud on the streets since that boy was fourteen
The cops try to stop him, but he's loyal to his people
So he keeps slinging loud, even though that shit's illegal