Plug Talk (Intro) Lyrics

Shit up, uh

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Put that shit up on the scale

As my brother just stir the pot, woah

Aye, put my shit up on the scale

As my brother just stir the pot

I seen bullets go through curtains

And trap houses just get shot

You can't ever catch me slipping

I'm rollin' with dirty glocks

And my brother copped some shit

That jus hold about 30 shots

If you plottin, you get popped

I can't go out like no opp

Put that shit up to his face

When we pullin up on they block

And I might be sippin' on Triss

But I always prefer the Wok

And I'll do that shit all myself

I don't need no one else to rock

Niggas bitches in this shit

They can never be in my spot

Told them niggas quit that playing

And meet me up at the top

They was slippin' on the corner

We spun right up on they block

Had em bitchin, fuck a witness

My trigger finger got hot

We ain't never missin' shots

With the 15 up in this glock

We ain't missin' if we dumping

You better just stop from running

And I swear that I'm the greatest

I made it from off the pavement

Now I'm dripped out in the latest

my presence can make a statement, aye aye

My presence can make a statement

I be dripped out in the latest

I'm better, they have to face it

I was trappin with my brother

We bagged it up in the basement

You will never find another

I never had a replacement

Put that shit up on the scale

As my brother just stir the pot

I seen bullets go through curtains

And trap houses just get shot

You can't ever catch me slipping

I'm rollin' with dirty glocks

And my brother copped some shit

That just hold about 30 shots

If you plottin', you get popped

I can't go out like no opp

Put that shit up to his face

When we pullin up on they block

And I might be sippin' on Triss

But I always prefer the Wok

And I'll do that shit all myself

I don't need no one else to rock

They been trippin in this bitch

I already jus beat the odds

Found a way to make it work

I ain't never needed no job

All the money that we got

Came from scammin', juggin' and robbing

All these bitches on my top

It get harder for me to stop

He tried runnin' like he Ricky

We jumpin out with the glizzy

Shawty thicker than a bitch

And she swallowin' up my blicky, aye aye

She swallowin' up the blicky

Had to tell her man to chill

Because shawty a lil' busy

And I always keep it real

We was really out in the field

I was always about a dollar

I'm steady chasin' them mill's

And I did it all for my momma

So she don't gotta pay bills

And all these niggas run and tell

Because all they know is to squeal, rat ass niggas

Put that shit up on the scale

As my brother just stir the pot

I seen bullets go through curtains

And trap houses jus get shot

You can't ever catch me slipping

I'm rollin' with dirty glocks

And my brother copped some shit

That just hold about 30 shots

And If you plottin', you get popped

I can't go out like no opp

Put that shit up to his face

When we pullin' up on they block

And I might be sippin' on Triss

But I always prefer the Wok

And I'll do that shit all myself

I don't need no one else to rock, nigga