On The Plug lyrics

[Chorus]
I ain't no drug dealer but I'll f*ck with you on the plug, n*gga
Hit the club with you, turn up with you, roll up with you
Don't cross me y'all, lit your spot n*gga, you a hot n*gga
Tryna run up all in my spot, n*gga get shot n*gga

[Verse 1]
I ain't no drug dealer, but the plug n*gga, I hang with him
All these stripper hoes and my young n*ggas, we came with 'em
I f*ck a b*tch and you took her out, you in love with her
I can tell you want her cause I seen you all in the club with her
I'm a mud sipper but I f*ck strippers cause I'm a big tipper
My white b*tch like popping Skittles, my young n*ggas like toting pistols
My car dirty and my slang dirty, my Sprite dirty
I'm balling hard like James Worthy, my b*tch nerdy
She talk dirty but she f*ck good
I'm on her female canned goods
Not penthouse, you with the hard one
b*tch pull up, she know what's good
I don't give her money, give her hard wood
Kick game like baby ' told 'em don't pull up if you ain't welcome
Don't ask for it, n*gga, I don't sell it
Now tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em

[Chorus]
I ain't no drug dealer but I'll f*ck with you on the plug, n*gga
Hit the club with you, turn up with you, roll up with you
Don't cross me y'all, lit your spot n*gga, you a hot n*gga
Tryina run up all in my spot, n*gga get shot n*gga
[Verse 2]
Man, don't cross me y'all, lit your spot boy, you a hot boy
sh*t, don't play around with my money boy, get shot boy
sh*t, we started from that bottom, we at the top boy
We got 100 in that yacht, what do you chop, boy?
I need to seek a service for these presidentials
I'm doing 1-30 down your residential
And I don't sell drugs but I know the plug
Them n*ggas got drum, they so instrumental
And the blunt got one or two grams in it
Treat your girl like a blunt, I let my fam hit it
And the party got two or three grand in it
b*tch, I'm all about my money, money, money, money

[Chorus]
I ain't no drug dealer but I'll f*ck with you on the plug, n*gga
Hit the club with you, turn up with you, roll up with you
Don't cross me y'all, lit your spot n*gga, you a hot n*gga
Tryina run up all in my spot, n*gga get shot n*gga

[Verse 3]
On the plug n*gga, get your ass in the club n*gga
Hundred racks all gone, n*gga
Hot boys and my son, n*gga
I got your ho lookin, she wanna f*ck, n*gga, you a f*ck n*gga!
Two Styrofoam, what you think I'm on? Mud, n*gga!
I ain't never sleep with my b*tch pus*y, need big swishers
Trying to run in my spot, hell yeah, you gonna get issues
4-5 right between her eye
You n*ggas hot like Juvenile
Can't f*ck with y'all, phone line getting tapped and all
Kicked the door to y'all trapping on
4 5 for a bag of loud and don't touch it
This is not on your budget, 8 pin and it's so flooded
These n*ggas too fugazi
I know the plug and we go braze it
[Chorus]
I ain't no drug dealer but I'll f*ck with you on the plug, n*gga
Hit the club with you, turn up with you, roll up with you
Don't cross me y'all, lit your spot n*gga, you a hot n*gga
Tryina run up all in my spot, n*gga get shot n*gga

[Outro]
Sex, money and drugs
It's the Hood Rich lifestyle, n*gga
It's the Porter house lifestyle, n*gga
The Ratchet Superior
DJ Scream, Travis
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