[Intro]
This Plies, nigga
The new nigga at Slip-n-Slide Records, nigga
And I don't need Slip-n-Slide to carry me, homeboy
I'm carrying Slip-n-Slide
Nigga, I'm the hottest motherfucking nigga in Florida right now, nigga
You goddamn right, I said I'm the hottest nigga in Florida right now, nigga
And I can prove mine, nigga
Plies, take off
[Verse 1]
Let me put you in the mind of a dope getter
And give it to you from the level of a street nigga
I'm a small time nigga with a big city hustle
And I'm the true definition of what you call gutta
And I can get mine the ski mask way or off the muscle
And this year, I'ma make it hard for you motherfuckers
And if you know anything 'bout me, you know I don't fuck with
Busters
And if you anything 'bout me, you know I keep it cutter
I'm in a '72 Donk 454
I put chrome in my shit and got rid of the oak
And I ain't a chico, so I don't ride 100 spokes
I'm burning good reefer, so I got the roof open
I got a message for the jack boy: keep scoping
Until you rob me, nigga, pussy nigga, you just hoping
This ain't something that just happened, I've been G code
I've been through too much to vibe with pussy nigga for what it shows
I learned not to fuck with pussy a long time ago
And me and lames don't even vibe, you already know
And I ain't the future of Slip-n-Slide, I'm the right now
It ain't no pressure on me, nigga, 'cause I can carry mine
I told Shay I wasn't leaving the streets when I signed
'Cause the hood depending on me, nigga, to hold them down
And I promised myself I'll never get commercialized
These crackers can't play me, nigga, 'cause I'm too streetwise
And if you ain't in the streets, don't try to give me street advice
And I don't fuck with you rap niggas, you tell too many lies
Fuck going platinum right now, I'm chasing street dreams
I can't depend on this music shit, I like nice things
Something 'bout that kingpin status, that amuse me
Only thing that can stop me right now: that federal indictment
And if they do come and they snatch me, then I gotta sit
I know the process, keep my mind closed, speak to the strip
I told my brother to promise to take care of my jit
But if them crackers don't come, I'ma lock dis rap shit
And you can tell them rap niggas I said it's over with
Only way them niggas is gon' be able to eat is get is if I'm featured on they shit
When I cut the deal with Slip-n-Slide, I told them to hold my check
I got my own money, shit, I'm trying to find a connect
I'm in Dade County, so show me where them Cubans at
'Cause a real hustler know how to make his money stretch
This Plies, nigga
The new nigga at Slip-n-Slide Records, nigga
And I don't need Slip-n-Slide to carry me, homeboy
I'm carrying Slip-n-Slide
Nigga, I'm the hottest motherfucking nigga in Florida right now, nigga
You goddamn right, I said I'm the hottest nigga in Florida right now, nigga
And I can prove mine, nigga
Plies, take off
[Verse 1]
Let me put you in the mind of a dope getter
And give it to you from the level of a street nigga
I'm a small time nigga with a big city hustle
And I'm the true definition of what you call gutta
And I can get mine the ski mask way or off the muscle
And this year, I'ma make it hard for you motherfuckers
And if you know anything 'bout me, you know I don't fuck with
Busters
And if you anything 'bout me, you know I keep it cutter
I'm in a '72 Donk 454
I put chrome in my shit and got rid of the oak
And I ain't a chico, so I don't ride 100 spokes
I'm burning good reefer, so I got the roof open
I got a message for the jack boy: keep scoping
Until you rob me, nigga, pussy nigga, you just hoping
This ain't something that just happened, I've been G code
I've been through too much to vibe with pussy nigga for what it shows
I learned not to fuck with pussy a long time ago
And me and lames don't even vibe, you already know
And I ain't the future of Slip-n-Slide, I'm the right now
It ain't no pressure on me, nigga, 'cause I can carry mine
I told Shay I wasn't leaving the streets when I signed
'Cause the hood depending on me, nigga, to hold them down
And I promised myself I'll never get commercialized
These crackers can't play me, nigga, 'cause I'm too streetwise
And if you ain't in the streets, don't try to give me street advice
And I don't fuck with you rap niggas, you tell too many lies
Fuck going platinum right now, I'm chasing street dreams
I can't depend on this music shit, I like nice things
Something 'bout that kingpin status, that amuse me
Only thing that can stop me right now: that federal indictment
And if they do come and they snatch me, then I gotta sit
I know the process, keep my mind closed, speak to the strip
I told my brother to promise to take care of my jit
But if them crackers don't come, I'ma lock dis rap shit
And you can tell them rap niggas I said it's over with
Only way them niggas is gon' be able to eat is get is if I'm featured on they shit
When I cut the deal with Slip-n-Slide, I told them to hold my check
I got my own money, shit, I'm trying to find a connect
I'm in Dade County, so show me where them Cubans at
'Cause a real hustler know how to make his money stretch
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