Broken Homes The Plug (Ft. Gunna, M Huncho & Nafe Smallz)

[Intro]
Blasian on the track, boy

[Chorus: Nafe Smallz & M Huncho]
We coming from broken homes
My niggas still smoking cones
And bitches knowing all the songs
The Rollie need frozen stones
And we be trapping on them phones like BT
And she ain't ever phoning home like E.T
I be in the coldest zones (Coldest zones)
I fuck her with the Rolex on (Rolex on)
Yeah

[Verse 1: Nafe Smallz]
The price too low, we ain’t pulling up to that show (Nah)
I'm repping for the O, the CEO, and I got the shooters on go (Yeah)
I made a type of money I ain't seen before
Paying out the lord, tryna beat the law
It’s 4 AM, I might creep some more
Bad little bitch, she gon' freak some more
Yeah, yeah, uh
The bottom ain't a place for me
I'm running to the money impatiently
In a room full of niggas you would hate to meet (Yeah)
All I ever did is wait patiently
But that was never getting none done for me
We strapped on the body like dungarees
She wanna fuck the kid and make love with me
The zone still lit, and you know the throne still lit, ayy
You smoking one spliff, I'm smoking one zip
I tell 'em niggas get it how you live, yeah
You're looking at your wrist, and you ain't got a crib
I tell them niggas get it how you live, yeah
We’re buying more bricks, we’re buying more sticks
They told me I should get it how I live