Shop Til U Drop

(álbum: Plug Diaries - 2019)

Fuck with me, get your issue, I got lead just like a pistol
And your mama gonna miss you if you do not duck this missile
I'm the plug, you just the middle, I serve you from out the rental
You can't ride, you ain't my kinfolk, this a Chevy, not no Pinto
She go low like it's limbo, lil' freak, she a nympho
Rolling OG, yeah that indo, thumbing blue cheese, no it can't fold
You can't see because the tint, though, I see one time, had to get low
Double parked Forgiatos, pour the codeine in the bottle
Feed my dogs, I feel like Ralo, 'cendiaries, these not hollows
You ain't eating, no, like Rocko, hella shells, no, not tacos
You need yams, I got a carload, off that muddy, this not Par though
And the 40 black like charcoal, Gucci belt with the Moschino
Calling plays like Dan Marino, double up, then I trio
Lazy niggas, y'all just freeload, stacking chips, yeah them Fritos
Gucci'd down, check my steelo, bad bitch think she Creole
Got no cape, I ain't no hero, smoking O's and counting zeros
Empty clip, then I reload, sending shots, you drinking Tito's
Perc 30, that's for me, though, pack musty, smell like B.O
Knock, knock, knock, like who that be though?
Got the chop up by the peephole
Bad bitch, lil' freak show
What you want? Got what you need, though
Ain't got nothing for the free, though
My Crip niggas counting C-Notes
I'm with slime, we counting B-Notes
Twenty racks up in my Ksubis
You got bus card in your chinos
On the Greyhound moving P's, though
I'ma get it, got the cheat codes
Hit my line and speak that lingo
Cop a five, I float you cinco
(Bitch, shop with me, ho)