Plug Gon' Miss Me
Rocking all black
Know that I ran through the bands so quick
Don't give a fuck, made it right back
Never gon' lack, made it back in a month, so I might as well blow it on pack
Might as well throw it on some brand-new green 550s
Know that if I die, I ain't takin' shit with me
Know that if I die, the plug gon' miss me
All of my guys getting way too fried in the Tuscon whipping through the city
Tryna go blind from the way the wrist shine
So you know it's my time to get busy
Know it's my time to get to it
Yeah I said the whole gang boutta eat good
Serving up hits, get 'em all destroyed
One day we gon' all be rich
Imma have my girl, I don't need these bitches
Better stay on that side if your lame ass switching
Better stay on my vibe or you moving inefficient
I been on my grind, I been on my mission
Know I got mob ties, I don't care if you dissing
Money on my mind, know that imma be fine
By the way that I slide through the damn competition
Huh
Imma keep heating up
Imma get that paper start reading up
Imma get that paper sign me to the Lakers
By the way I been balling all season
Imma stack my shit 'til the day that I'm gone
Imma pack that shit, gon' be high for so long
Imma make 'em all quit
When I got a moshpit
And I got a whole crowd out singing my song
Rocking all black
You can only see this gold around my neck when I'm on attack
Every day that I get older
Imma be adding up racks
Outta my way better get back
On a highway pushing through traffic
No you can't see me 'cause I'm
Rocking all black
Know that I ran through the bands so quick
Don't give a fuck, made it right back
Never gon' lack, made it back in a month, so I might as well blow it on pack
Might as well throw it on some brand-new green 550s
Know that if I die, I ain't takin' shit with me
Know that if I die, the plug gon' miss me
All of my guys getting way too fried in the Tuscon whipping through the city
Tryna go blind from the way the wrist shine
So you know it's my time to get busy
Know it's my time to get to it
Yeah I said the whole gang boutta eat good
Serving up hits, get 'em all destroyed
Know that I ran through the bands so quick
Don't give a fuck, made it right back
Never gon' lack, made it back in a month, so I might as well blow it on pack
Might as well throw it on some brand-new green 550s
Know that if I die, I ain't takin' shit with me
Know that if I die, the plug gon' miss me
All of my guys getting way too fried in the Tuscon whipping through the city
Tryna go blind from the way the wrist shine
So you know it's my time to get busy
Know it's my time to get to it
Yeah I said the whole gang boutta eat good
Serving up hits, get 'em all destroyed
One day we gon' all be rich
Imma have my girl, I don't need these bitches
Better stay on that side if your lame ass switching
Better stay on my vibe or you moving inefficient
I been on my grind, I been on my mission
Know I got mob ties, I don't care if you dissing
Money on my mind, know that imma be fine
By the way that I slide through the damn competition
Huh
Imma keep heating up
Imma get that paper start reading up
Imma get that paper sign me to the Lakers
By the way I been balling all season
Imma stack my shit 'til the day that I'm gone
Imma pack that shit, gon' be high for so long
Imma make 'em all quit
When I got a moshpit
And I got a whole crowd out singing my song
Rocking all black
You can only see this gold around my neck when I'm on attack
Every day that I get older
Imma be adding up racks
Outta my way better get back
On a highway pushing through traffic
No you can't see me 'cause I'm
Rocking all black
Know that I ran through the bands so quick
Don't give a fuck, made it right back
Never gon' lack, made it back in a month, so I might as well blow it on pack
Might as well throw it on some brand-new green 550s
Know that if I die, I ain't takin' shit with me
Know that if I die, the plug gon' miss me
All of my guys getting way too fried in the Tuscon whipping through the city
Tryna go blind from the way the wrist shine
So you know it's my time to get busy
Know it's my time to get to it
Yeah I said the whole gang boutta eat good
Serving up hits, get 'em all destroyed
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Writer(s): Reese Swittenberg
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