Plugged In Lyrics

Yeah

Huh, come on, come on

You ain't talking bout none

4QOE

The fuck niggas claiming they lit, they still in the shadows, ain't talking bout none

Stay out of the way while I'm gettin' my money, I'll still make a fuck nigga run

Fly as a eagle, but move like a snake, knowing YT he gettin' it done

Say that they droppin' a dot, but' ain't out on the block, comin' in and we takin' your son

Okay, come on, play with this shit and we sendin' you home

Swingin' the drake like Patrick Mahomes, got a heart on my back, you'll think it's V-Lone

Keepin' a hunnid, can't go down to Fifty the only way, i'll probably ever be known

Ain't teachin' me none' or helping me learn the fuck you around me, for, just leave me alone

Ain't heard from me in a minute, been in first place, but I still ain't finished

Call me King Boo, the way I win ghost, tryna run me up some digits

I go King Cobra and snake shit, make niggas look like bitches

Real DOA, that switch just get to hittin

If I pull up to the play, and you take it too long then I'm early dismissin

Intuition gettin' trippin' i will not get slimed down on a mission

He playin' it cool, but I'm watchin' his hand, know YS only move with henchman

Try to run off and I'm sendin' you up, I'm puttin' you up in another dimension

Okay, let's get it, pull through the gate aint no pullin' back off

Twin get to swinging the stick, talk golf, he went for the play, now he gettin' hit off

Hittin' a scram', he thought he was winnin', he lost

Lil buddy, a dickhead, got set up, nigga, that's your fault

Gullible amateur, fell for the sauce

They askin' me when I'ma drop, just hold on, I got some shit in the vault

Ain't worry about music, I'm worried about blues

Like Mordecai, or sonic hedgehog

300, all blackout, hot and ready, no Lil' Caesars

Steady climbin' to the top, you probably mistaken me for Baby Caesar

Bad influence on a young nigga, man, fuck it, guess I gotta leave ya

Dollarbetic ' when my money low, I feel sick, think I got a fever

I don't dick ride, prolly why I don't get alone with people

Niggas slick, hate every day of the season

24 hours in a day, we still not equal

Bags as all in the floor, money countin' here, you know that I'm on

Cash route island be the only place i'll call home

On gang, nigga, ain't tough, lil' boy, you a hoe

Fakin' for your bros, that make you a joke

Double back gang, know we up the score

Changin' my tile, fuck switchin' the flow

can't copy and paste nigga get your on

Ain't readin' no DMs, get the fuck on

Get the fuck, yeah

Fuck nigga, get the fuck out my phone, bruh

Go work your move,, bret

Yansayin

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