Calling Up My Plug YCK (Ft. Fiction)

Calling up my plug
Fixated on drugs
Putting dirt under the rug
Hide away like it’s snug

Add my ass fast
Call me on Snapchat
I don’t give a fuck about a streak
I won’t snap back

I don’t even keef on reefer
Without leaving J’s depleted
Bitches breathing down my neck
Cause I don’t even wanna text

I’m just rolling blunts
Keep the woods in the trunk
Gotta forest in the back
Where I keep my fucking stash

Murder the beat so I don’t see me quitting
The best of the best every time I be spitting
Popping a perc so I summon a demon
Insidе of my body to keep me from breathing

Calling up my plug
Fixated on drugs
Putting dirt undеr the rug
Hide away like it’s snug