Plug Talk Pressa (Ft. Lil Uzi Vert)

[Verse 1: Pressa]
Fuck
Sometimes I worry about my niggas
We gon' turn a nigga ghost and never dream about the nigga
Niggas lookin' up to me, I never looked up to a nigga
Turn a lil' nigga gangster
I put caption on my picture, say what's up
Niggas fake I feel it in my guts, tell me what's up?
I don't feel the same love, bloody hands
I think I need some gloves, bloody feet
Fuckin' up my rug, pull him up
Nigga fuck your block, pullin' up, hit 'em up
He ain't get a headshot, consider it luck, Benz truck
Why the plug brought in the truck?
We slidin' on any block, don't give fuck
We got cash now
Remember nights I used to cash out
House full of killers it's a madhouse
We flood the whole city, we don't do droughts
We build our own wave, we don't steal clout
He got no face, report a John Doe
I be dodgin' feds, dodgin' gringos
We talk plug talk, what's your lingo?
And I swear I'd never ever go broke again
If we did then niggas gettin' smoked again
Got me in my coatroom, in my cardigan
And I'm all about my bread like it's margarine
I've been in the trap with no oxygen
Pressa Armani, gotta stay Wassi
Fans takin' pictures, paparazzi
My bitch super swag, super saucy
Long dick got a nigga extra cocky
Pussy so wet, kissin' that neck
I turn a nine-piece to a ten