No Fifties (Remix) BABY PLUG (Ft. Lil Gotit & Lil Keed)

[Intro: BABY PLUG]
(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up)
Young nigga
Young nigga
Young nigga

[Chorus: BABY PLUG]
Fuckin' a booster, she gettin' me clothes
Beatin' with Rooster, we loosen the knob on the doors
Glock 19 with one in the nose
It's on me, but nobody knows
So much shit on me, but nobody knows
Damn, my nigga done killed my bro
I don't even know which way to go
But fuck it, thuggin' on my own
Shut up, nigga, bring that shit out
Cook up, nigga, straight out the pot
I be tryna calm, off these meds, strapped up
Big bruh said, "Why you in the booth?" Fuck the trap spot
I don't give a fuck 'bout a whole whole hater
I don't give, motherfuck 12, I'm a landscaper
Young nigga loaded up, still chasin' paper
Young nigga strapped, ready to pull your man-card

[Verse 1: Lil Gotit]
I rock designer clothes
Come pull up to the block and jugged at the store
Snakes on my collar, I Gucci'd my clothes
Puttin' them diamonds in that big body Rolls
In traffic, we swap out them poles
I let his bitch come blow me like O's
A nigga get slimed, you know how that go
Play with that check, then we breakin' your nose
I'm in that Porsche Cayenne
Exotic, I popped me a Xan'
Popped me an upper, I hope I don't land
He pop it, he pop it, he pop it
But he know he can get smacked like a can
Hundred round for an advance
Mess up, can't wait to go jump out a van
Leave the block hot, yeah, they gon' need a fan