[Chorus]
Bitch, I was the plug, I been touching them bands
I was moving them drugs, I was flooding the land
No more adding up grams, now I rap and got fans
I still stay with my gun, pistol in my pants, you don't wanna dance
Bitch, I was the plug, I was touching them bands
I was moving them drugs, I was flooding the land
No more adding up grams, now I rap and got fans
I still stay with my gun, pistol in my pants, you don't wanna dance
[Verse 1]
I got this bitch on my hip now, you don't wanna dance, I ain't Chris Brown
Had a house full of sticks like the three little pigs, I ain't woofin', I been blowin' shit down
Daddy told me to shoot if shit get foul
I got paid like the Opera for getting loud
What you know about Tic-tac-toe, had my ex's put o's into big pounds
All the drugs that I sold, shh, I'm lucky nobody told
Supplying the buyers, no washer and dryer, was moving them loads
On the phone I was sneezing and coughing, I was talking in codes
Now I'm selling out shows, Players Club, I got poles
Put a end to your life you don't wanna start
I'ma aim at your circle, not throwing darts
Don't you know that my chopper do Open-hеart?
If I snap I'ma drop 'em, no Owen Hart
Bitches want mе to cut, yeah I know I'm sharp
Need a rug and a carpet, my flow is hard
I'm backstage with the gang the fans screaming my name loud as fuck, they can't wait for my show to start
I was making a killing off drugs I was dealing, I flooded the land like I'm Noah's Ark
Used to so much love to my clientele, I was frontin' them bitches, not Rosa Parks
Told them pull in the alley, pop open your trunk, had the whip gettin' pounds like I'm towing cars
I was touching that cash, luggage up in the back, tryna get me an M like the golden arch
Bitch, I was the plug, I been touching them bands
I was moving them drugs, I was flooding the land
No more adding up grams, now I rap and got fans
I still stay with my gun, pistol in my pants, you don't wanna dance
Bitch, I was the plug, I was touching them bands
I was moving them drugs, I was flooding the land
No more adding up grams, now I rap and got fans
I still stay with my gun, pistol in my pants, you don't wanna dance
[Verse 1]
I got this bitch on my hip now, you don't wanna dance, I ain't Chris Brown
Had a house full of sticks like the three little pigs, I ain't woofin', I been blowin' shit down
Daddy told me to shoot if shit get foul
I got paid like the Opera for getting loud
What you know about Tic-tac-toe, had my ex's put o's into big pounds
All the drugs that I sold, shh, I'm lucky nobody told
Supplying the buyers, no washer and dryer, was moving them loads
On the phone I was sneezing and coughing, I was talking in codes
Now I'm selling out shows, Players Club, I got poles
Put a end to your life you don't wanna start
I'ma aim at your circle, not throwing darts
Don't you know that my chopper do Open-hеart?
If I snap I'ma drop 'em, no Owen Hart
Bitches want mе to cut, yeah I know I'm sharp
Need a rug and a carpet, my flow is hard
I'm backstage with the gang the fans screaming my name loud as fuck, they can't wait for my show to start
I was making a killing off drugs I was dealing, I flooded the land like I'm Noah's Ark
Used to so much love to my clientele, I was frontin' them bitches, not Rosa Parks
Told them pull in the alley, pop open your trunk, had the whip gettin' pounds like I'm towing cars
I was touching that cash, luggage up in the back, tryna get me an M like the golden arch
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