Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wit the Plug, artist - 03 Greedo. Date of issue: 17.10.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Wit the Plug |
| Without love |
| Lost in the darkness |
| Without love |
| Looking for light |
| Without love |
| Everlasting night |
| Without love |
| Ayy, look, ayy |
| Should I serve him, should I rob him? |
| (I don’t know) |
| You know the plug (what?), always gave me problems (take 'em down Maxo) |
| Should I serve 'em, should I rob him? |
| (should you what?) |
| Pop his top (boom), medulla oblongata, yeah (pow pow, bang, boom) |
| Should I serve 'em, should I rob him, yeah (who?) |
| Oh the plug (hey), he always give me problems (I don’t know, ayy) |
| Serve him a what (yeah), rob him for that (ayy, Maxo) |
| Serve him for that (Maxo, Maxo), yeah |
| Mama told me (what?), Maxo you a heathen (bitch you bad) |
| On the corner (what?), crippin' with them demons, yeah (crip) |
| Triple double (what?), never double teamin', ayy (two three) |
| Brocolli lettuce (what?), trappin' like a vegan (damn) |
| I call the plug (hello?), but he don’t wanna pick up (pick up bitch) |
| I’m not a bug (nah), bitch I’m tryna pick up, ayy (real) |
| Stash of drugs in the F-150 pickup, ayy (yroom) |
| Sippin' mud (yeah), bitch I got the hiccups, whoa (hiccup) |
| Watch me make a play from my tub like a reverend |
| Watch me stick a pussy nigga up like a tampon (Maxo) |
| I was thirteen when I caught my fifty-two (crip) |
| Pourin' whole things in the crip Mountain Dew, ayy (yeah) |
| Big homie, I don’t fuck with new crips (hell nah) |
| Catch me groovin', like five holdin' two fifths, ayy (five deuce, yeah) |
| Should I serve him, should I rob him? |
| (I don’t know) |
| You know the plug (what?), always gave me problems (uh-huh) |
| Maxo bring the lean, Greedo bring the green |
| Hanging like some oranges and some grapes, bring down with a leaf |
| Plug for the drugs, hit the kitchen if you whip it up |
| Bring it back, bring it back, while receive the pack |
| Green from the Bay, the Yay Area, like where I’m at |
| Fiends where I stay, skate across the map, hit the H-Town |
| Maxo got the strap, rounds loaded, don’t get clapped |
| Greedo got the MAC, cheese on niggas scalp, ooh |
| Peel off like a scab, low-lows ain’t the swag |
| Foreign do the dash, purple in my rag |
| All I blew is cash, pop a xan and stash |
| Pop a xan a batch, lost him in a flash |
| Should I rob him, should I serve him? |
| Fuck it, I just popped him, now I’m swervin' |
| Me and my bitches cock it for that lurker |
| Can’t be no accomplice to a murder, ayy |
| Should I rob him, should I serve him? |
| Should I rob him, should I serve him? |
| Should I rob him, should I serve him? |
| Should I rob him, should I serve him? |
| Ayy, look, ayy |
| Should I serve him, should I rob him? |
| You know the plug, always gave me problems |
| Should I serve 'em, should I rob him? |
| Pop his top, medulla oblongata, yeah |
| Should I serve 'em, should I rob him, yeah |
| Oh the plug, he always give me problems |
| Serve him a what, rob him for that |
| Serve him for that, yeah |