The Plug - Intellectual

[Intro]

Zaytoven

Uh, yeah

Rich vibes, clear diamonds

Clean drink, bad bitches

[Chorus]

Jewish plug named Weinstein

I ain't trippin' cause I got the bags landin'

Q Da Fool show you how to trap it out, hands free

Why these police keep tryna jam me?

You know I'm smokin' on that plant, no canopy

And I got a white bitch named Penelope

The plug say the work pure, bitch, it better be

All the shit that I done sold, my ticket hella cheap

The streets ain't the best of me

[Verse]

You gotta pay a bag just to mess with me

The MAC, and the K, and the Tec with me

They said that lil bitch was wet, but sheesh

Too much gas, a young nigga can't breathe

Got too much shit a young nigga don't need

Pulled up smokin' out with my OG

Shout out to Zay cause he playin' with the keys

Hop out the Wraith, they can't believe what they see

Big stunna, no Cash Money

Blue hundreds, bitch we want it

From the south to the north, they know we gunnin'

Watch your mouth 'round the gang 'cause we comin'

We hungry, bitch, we want it

Where that work at, bitch, we want it

Take the nine out, they cryin' now

Bitch, you really tryna die for 5 pounds

Home Depot gang, we keep a drill

I catch that case, I don't say no names, I keep it real

I shoot your ass while the other hand bear the wheel

Well when I die, I never will, I got the heart of steel

I got a hundred pounds right now in the field

Shout out the Rich Shootas, those my Navy SEALs

If I send them, man, they drumming for real

I know you a fuck, give a fuck how you feel

My kid gotta eat and my bitch want a mil'

I wanna get rich, and get head, and just chill

Kill a nigga, it's a hell of a thrill

This Rich Shoota lifestyle shit real

See my first hundred rounds like yeah

Bullets flying round like Buzz Lightyear

If you looking for the kid, lil bitch, I'm right here

And I got a .45 for the clip right here, uh

These niggas know how we comin'

Slangin' them choppers, nigga, slangin' them choppers

These niggas know where I'm from

Largo Road, got the meds like a doctor

Fuck the feds, man, them crackers ain't proper

They wash you up, hope that shit don't shock 'em

If I bust it down, man, that shit gone sparkle

Main bitch fat, watch her lil ass wobble

Still got my name in a glass bottle

And I'm still fuckin' on the last model

Fast life, bring drama, these llamas, bring