The Plug
(专辑: Urban Farmer - 2012)
[Intro: Wiz] Berner what up nigga It's that Urban Farmer shit It's that driving slow in a
fast car Burning weed A
zip underneath the
seat Uh, uh, uh [Verse 1: Wiz] I'm, drinking two bottles at the
same damn time Placing orders and can't even finish all of it No phone in my loop, no holes in my crew No cause in my chain, my car got no roof Them riders with me everywhere and all of them shoot Probably heard some things about me, man and all of them true About how we came from nothing to something Niggas eased up in the
game, I
just jumped in I
was 16, selling CD's and hustling Had to learn fuck niggas, not to trust em' Made a
way, so now they're treating me like royalty And fuck the
money niggas riding over loyalty But when it come to money, I'm all about it so to speak Put on for my dogs, do anything for my queen Four hours rest, I'm living the
dream Wake up to marble on the
floor, heated toilet seats I'm balling hard, you should enjoy the
seats I
bet this hundred thousand cash, ensure your belief That if you work hard then this is what you could earn As the
kush burn, uh, uh, uh [Verse 2: Berner] I'm fresh picked from the
hills, red eight inch heels On my new bitch, she brought me all big face bills And my Chevrolet dizzy, you don't know how it feels To lose a
mil in two months, shits way to real I
saw my mom last night, one hell of a
dream She told me keep your head up, and follow your dream Empty bottles of lean, and white cups in the
hand Looking half dead sad, but I
don't try to understand I
rock Louis cause I
can, I
brought 84 grams And only fuck with bitches that put money in my hands I'm playing hundred dollar hands, 20k at the
Palms I
drink, all day long and throw some dank in the
bong My whips too clean, I
bet they hate that I
ball I
throw two shots back, without a
chaser at all I
let the
stones in my pinky ring talk for me dog And I
don't talk numbers with random cats in the
club I
throw a
fifty pack on the
back of the
truck And get a
crazy rush when I
get to wrapping them up No fingerprints, bought a
fresh package of gloves I'm blowing bud in the
club, come fuck with the
plug [Verse 3: Berner] I
stay mind fucking bitches, baby give me the
cash I'm still haunted by my past, bullets shattered the
glass Them shells on the
floor caught up with 'em fast I'm watching time fly, the
coke tucked tight in the
stash My old head told me slow down before I
crash I
try to listen, but I'm living like tonight is my last And my all black fit, drunk and ready to shoot In the
coupe so dope, I
don't know what to do And the
crib so big, I
can't get to my room I
crashed out on the
couch, in my jeans and my shoes Drinking booze in the
afternoon, smoking on hash Two hits of the
dab, boy I'm gone off wax Cartier frames and my 501's I'm in the
slums with a
millionaire, high and drunk They try to stay tied in with the
high end plug I'm like a
king with this weed bitch, I
am bud Six slugs in my 38, I
told little momma go and get her money straight I
told Wiz break the
weed down and roll up a
shamess and watch Fools run away when we finally blaze it I'm so high