Plug Talk ft. Jayonth3mo0n & Chino Loc Lyrics

Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, ha

Ha

Bricks, bricks comin' in by the mail, we call it plug talk

Heard you get it for 25, nigga, cut your plug off

Sliding in the SRT and I got my shirt off

Got the phone on DND, no silent, all alerts off

You the middle man pushin' work for yo big dawg

Came up out the blue, they confused, now they look lost

CEO of CHS, big homie just like Rick Ross

Little ass nigga, hella jewelry, I'm a big boss

Used to be broke, now I'm up, I could take a loss

Tryna play with me, lose your life, that's just what it costs

It's early in the morning, take a perk, I could hit again

Saying you my opp, come around and just spin again

Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, we just up the score

We ain't takin' chances, knock his headline back, knock his fro

Cold hearted steppa, that's the wave, yeah, we on the road

Takin' trips out the A, just to pop out, rock a show

Packs comin' in, get them shipped, yeah, we got a load

Drop another ten on my chain, now my neck on froze

Bricks comin' in by the mail, we call it plug talk

Heard you get it for 25, nigga, cut your plug off

Sliding in the SRT and I got my shirt off

Got the phone on DND, no silent, all alerts off

You the middle man pushin' work for yo big dawg

Came up out the blue, they confused, now they look lost

CEO of CHS, big homie just like Rick Ross

Little ass nigga, hella jewelry, I'm a big boss

Yeah, I can see the fakin' niggas, so I know they ain't official

Niggas talkin' fuckin' crazy, nigga, what's the fuckin' issue

Yeah, here's a motherfuckin' tissue, cause your family gonna miss you

Who the fuck still got a issue, cause these bullets gonna hit you

Then your family tree fuckin' discontinue

I got hit lists longer than a fuckin' menu

Niggas talkin' fuckin' crazy, what's the fuckin' issue

I could put you in a six-feet hole, nigga, that's the issue

Bricks comin' in by the mail, we call it plug talk

Heard you get it for 25, nigga, cut your plug off

Slidin' in the SRT and I got my shirt off

Got the phone on DND, no silent, all alerts off

You the middle man, pushin' work for yo big dawg

Came up out the blue, they confused, now they look lost

CEO of CHS, big homie just like Rick Ross

Little ass nigga, hella jewelry, I'm a big boss

Ridin' round the city, A-Town, we gon' slide like it's a playground

I got lows for a band-aid, I got highs for 33

I'ma shine on all the family banded and deserted me

Desert Eve, I'm like John Wick with Chopstick, I'm Jelly

Buick or SRT, I'ma be the same OP

From the fold, round here ain't no hoes, we gon' let it blow

Put that bitch on him, put that blick on him, hit that stick on him

Uh, 45s and 44s, let him blow

I got killers from the Southside, 45, 44

Big Bulldogs, nigga, XDs and Cali clothes

I just hit up Zay, come to the H and get this wockhart

If they speakin' on your name, spit on their grave, they is not hard

Get in kitchen and I whip it like a slave, I make my soft hard

Double C's, Rock Chanel , nigga, I got Goyard

All I know, Goyard, uh, hit your bitch with that, uh

I got Wockhart in my trunk, I got Tris up in my lung

I ain't flippin' pints, these cases, I'm just out here dodgin' cases

Sellin' two familiar faces, me and Zay collaboratin

Woah, woah, woah, woah, ayy, I just slipped a three, but I just tried to pull another four

Ayy, woah, woah, woah, gotta let it go

Bitch, that nigga talkin' on my name, I'ma let it..