| Got a hundred pounds movin' on the road
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| Which way they 're gonna go?
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| I can’t tell nobody about the plug
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| No way!
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| I can’t let them find out about the plug
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| Rollie wrapped around my wrist
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| I gotta thank the plug
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| Made a million in the trap
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| I gotta thank the plug
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| No more pots and pans, I’m in a mansion
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| Gotta thank the plug
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| Got hoes in the kitchen dirty dancin'
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| Gotta thank the plug
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| Yeah, yeah, the first thing the plug told me
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| You handling your business you living like Kobe
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| I know you got some young soldiers
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| You gotta know how to control them
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| I roll up the blunt and I sit back and told them
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| What you tell them?
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| I’m a young nigga got rank in the hood like I’m older
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| The plug sit back and he laugh
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| You need 50 pounds of good gas
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| Act like a nigga can’t do nothing with it
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| I pulled out knot bought a whole another 50
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| And I touch down on the North
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| Fuck up the city Migos and Young Dolph
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| I got the birds no Tony Hawk
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| I’m thanking the plug, for them new Giuseppe walkers
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| Got a hundred pounds movin' on the road
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| Which way they 're gonna go?
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| I can’t tell nobody about the plug
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| No way!
|
| I can’t let them find out about the plug
|
| Rollie wrapped around my wrist
|
| I gotta thank the plug
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| Made a million in the trap
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| I gotta thank the plug
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| No more pots and pans, I’m in a mansion
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| Gotta thank the plug
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| Got hoes in the kitchen dirty dancin'
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| Gotta thank the plug
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| Got a hundred on the road, 50 in the air
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| 50 in the clip, quarter mil a trip
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| Half OG, half cookies
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| I don’t fuck with pussies
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| Migos, Young Dolph, that’s a lot of looch
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| Raw-sushi, drop a 40 pack off in the hood
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| Watch that bitch go stupid
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| Fuck you totin' a pistol for nigga
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| If you ain’t gonna shoot it
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| Jump off the plane
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| Greet my plug with a high five
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| Young nigga dope boy (Mob ties)
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| Got a hundred pounds movin' on the road
|
| Which way they 're gonna go?
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| I can’t tell nobody about the plug
|
| No way!
|
| I can’t let them find out about the plug
|
| Rollie wrapped around my wrist
|
| I gotta thank the plug
|
| Made a million in the trap
|
| I gotta thank the plug
|
| No more pots and pans, I’m in a mansion
|
| Gotta thank the plug
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| Got hoes in the kitchen dirty dancin'
|
| Gotta thank the plug
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| Made a hundred real deal M, in the bando!
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| Gotta thank the plug
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| 2 cups full of mud -muddy trouble while we pourin' up
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| You all full of bricks
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| Plus a motherfuckin' truck load
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| The truck backing up in reverse mode
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| This bitch said: take off why the mud?
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| What you mean bitch I’m on drugs?
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| Jumping with accuracy, breaking them bricks and I’m bagging it
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| All of these pints like I’m sponsored by Actavis
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| Empty any clip for my enemies
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| Ashin on my Chrisitan Louboutins
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| 2 Bentley’s pull up me and Dolphin South Memphis
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| We trappin' in vintage Givenchy
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| Got a hundred pounds movin' on the road
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| Which way they 're gonna go?
|
| I can’t tell nobody about the plug
|
| No way!
|
| I can’t let them find out about the plug
|
| Rollie wrapped around my wrist
|
| I gotta thank the plug
|
| Made a million in the trap
|
| I gotta thank the plug
|
| No more pots and pans, I’m in a mansion
|
| Gotta thank the plug
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| Got hoes in the kitchen dirty dancin'
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| Gotta thank the plug |