Plead lyrics

[Intro]
(Jugg 2K sh*t, f*ck n*gga)
Go, go, go, go, go
Phew, phew, phew

[Verse 1: Summrs]
And I got that G23, for any lil n*gga that wanna try me
I was sippin on drank, now I gotta pee, I was getting so high now I can’t see
I poured a 5th, yes I plead
I hold the glick, yea he bleed
I’m with some assassins, like we up in creed
I’m getting more money than you, she agree
I’m at target practice, shooting them them threes
She sucking me up, with the ease
I pulled of on that boy with the speed
Get em gone, yea this sh*t is a breeze
Summrino, it’s a hundred degrees
Off this pill I can barely even breathe
Off the drank, feeling likе a zombie
Hundred round drum in the Tommy
Can't givе them no sauce, because they copy
Undefeated, no they can’t stop me
S550, no this ain’t no G
Look at yo n*gga, lookin like a creep
Hear the money counter go “Beep”
Don’t f*ck with nobody, I’m one deep
I got old money like a auntie
Ain’t yo money, it’s yo grannies
She wanna take off her panties
I can be anything I wanna be
Just got me a check, went get me some tees
Im listening to tec, feel like I’m king
And I’m in a 'Vette, this ain’t no Jeep
Expensive n*gga know I ain’t cheap
That Glock be dead, I’m so sleep
Ion even think that I reached my peak
Finally got off the Xans
Glocks on me, like I’m in Taliban
Sippin' on muddy, sippin', Dirty Dan
She was tryna f*ck she a dirty fan
Tell that boy, “Touch some thots” like a dirty fan
[?], that was the plan
I got no friends, got no mans
Lemme get my groove on, lemme do my dance

[Verse 2: Hunchozz]
Me and Summrs rinding in a SRT
Lil Autumn and Zelly in the back of the Jeep
They a [?], so they gon creep
She wanna link, b*tch Im on yo street
A lot of n*ggas wanna be me
And a [?], that hoe grabbing on me
Spend the drank, boy this sh*t ain’t cheap
[?]
Walk in the function and they notice me
How you street but got jugged by me?
FN and the Glock on me
Sippin drank, I’m in love with the lean
Counting money, the blue and the green
Wanna ride my wave, dude totally
You a rat dude, totally
I was in the cut [?]
Stealing sauce they copying me
A lot of n*ggas, they don’t rock wit me
I got Glock and chops for free
You n*ggas know I got that bag on me