Lyrics Plug - Ballout

Plug

I got cameras on the front
I got cameras on the back
I got cameras on the truck
I can see you, where ya at
I’m the quarterback
I make it land anywhere
I just put em in the air
Better touch down there
Trap house fully loaded
50 pounds right here
Steady bussin' down bricks
Cuz you know I don’t drink beer
I said my plug got me cappin'
And this bitch thirty-five bills
I don’t work no nine to five
I pack my thiry-five steel
Nigga I don’t care if you still trappin
I need thirty-five mil
In the club goin' may-may over thirty-thousand bills
You lil niggas dealin' money, plug, bitch you havin' fun
In the club diamonds dancin' and they fucking bitches eyes
In the club my diamonds dancin' and they fucking niggas wild
I married to the streets baby and I ain’t got nothin' to disguise
She told me her thing
She a freak at night--she a spy
Russian stuff anon and blew a grand on Louis luggage
Gotta catch this flight tonight
20k, girl it’s nothin'
Drop-top M6 Beamer, pull up, diamonds flooded
Bitches all in my ear
Niggas mullin'
I pull up, hop out, countin' money
Smokin' finer leaf
, ayy,
drinkin' dirty Fanta
I’m from Chiraq (Chiraq ass nigga) and yet I pull up in Lambos
I got full lit ammo
My niggas go Rambo
Ballout got the motherfuckin' plug