[Verse 1]
Tell the judge to go fuck himself
Had me standing in that dock twice
Big smile when I buss case
I went home and ate brown rice
Shotty same as my backbone
Still reload on them crack stones
If my blade don't cut it up
Bash the crack with my trap phone
Could've been riding seven years
So every day man I thank God
No more fears, don't fuck with us
It's gun police or that drug squad
Grew up round Rock sides
Bullets fly around the mainers
I'm really with them savages
You'll get shot out of your trainers
Strap link from Small Heath
I go there for buj as well
Batteries in my double barrel
Looking like some Duracell's
Last time I lost a couple grams
That shit never got dead bro
Me and bro with the backpack
Put a spinner to my man's head bro
On the grind and it's long G
Every day food's on me
Tell the nitties to meet at one spot
Now that's a crowd of zombies
Serving fiends on backroads
It's not far from the station
If SOCA Unit wanna land on me
I'm getting more than probation
[Hook]
My old plug, man he hates me
My new plug, man he loves it
Mandem wanna snake me
Till now they ain't done shit
Addicts wanna pay me
I'll serve them and get funds quick
Packs of twenty-eight G's
Right now I'm on my plug shit
My old plug, man he hates me
My new plug, man he loves it
Mandem wanna snake me
Till now they ain't done shit
Addicts wanna pay me
I'll serve them and get funds quick
Packs of twenty-eight G's
Right now I'm on my plug shit
[Verse 2]
Fuck Milly Rock on any block
I sell rocks on any block
One pack, two phones
Pebs in my mouth like Cherry Drops
I'm always round them dope heads
I've licked sales on mopeds
Me and Omar trapped so hard
Made more lines than a coke head
I'm bagging up in the bathroom
Window open for the G-PO
Trap spot gets kicked in
Imma flush the pack like Nemo
On the phone to the Malis
They're coming back for a nine-bar
Cause of me they're four up
And I ain't talking bout no kickstart
With Dexter on the M-way
Got a new link up north
We ain't come here for no ammi buds
We've come to step on that raw
Them guys don't let it ring
Shootings, we get ringers in
If Big K's on front doors
Then you know we're bringing them spinners in
Couple rappers, man they're lying
Them man, they've never had it off
Rapping bout their straps jamming
Don't lie, you didn't bang it off
From young days I made P
No I've never been lazy
Could've bought myself flashy stuff
Rather send it to my jail G's
[Hook]
My old plug, man he hates me
My new plug, man he loves it
Mandem wanna snake me
Till now they ain't done shit
Addicts wanna pay me
I'll serve them and get funds quick
Packs of twenty-eight G's
Right now I'm on my plug shit
My old plug, man he hates me
My new plug, man he loves it
Mandem wanna snake me
Till now they ain't done shit
Addicts wanna pay me
I'll serve them and get funds quick
Packs of twenty-eight G's
Right now I'm on my plug shit