My Plug lyrics

[Verse 1]
Let me tell you a lil' story, how I met my plug
Gave me guns, sold me drugs
Young n*gga started with an ounce and a half
With a box on my ankle and a half-point slug
Swear my mama can't tell me sh*t
Imma keep smoking weed, keep it toting my clip
OG Bob told me that it's all in the wrist
Mother f*ck a job cause I'm tryna get rich
Got locked for a robbery and I ain't say sh*t
Who, what, where, n*gga I ain't take sh*t
Gucci on my belt I ain't gotta say sh*t
Your b*tch all on my di*k and I ain't even say sh*t
n*gga you a lame goddamn face it
Catch me in the back n*gga probably facin' (good dope)
Work piled up like a brick mason
I ain't runnin after hoes boy i'm money chasing
You stealin' my flow that sh*t sad
I think you owe Q Da Fool cash
The Feds they all on my ass
Cause Q Da Fool known to put n*ggas in bags

[Verse 2]
I get booted wit my shooter
Ruin the mission, you lose wit your shooter
b*tch this real life so I move wit that ruga
I swear moe, this street sh*t is real
You book then your ass might get killed
A hunnid xans, hunnid perks, hunnid grams
A young n*gga tryna make a mill
Q La'Flare all bout his money sh*t, not with that funny sh*t
b*tch n*gga, like a girl you just run your lips
Trap n*gga everyday tryna make a flip
I don't think n*ggas really street n*ggas
I don't think these n*ggas street n*ggas
I don't think these n*ggas street n*ggas
Like a book man I swear you gotta read n*ggas
Tryna get it, gotta wake up off the E n*gga
Getcha cash man I swear I can't feed n*ggas
Straight hustlin', definition of a street n*gga
Yeah, real street n*gga
Gotta get it, off the E n*gga
Getcha money, don't ask