BigXthaPlug - Rap Niggas lyrics
BigXthaPlug [Xavier Landum] Dallas, Texas, U.S. 🇺🇸
[BigXthaPlug - Rap Niggas lyrics]
(Damn, Ricky, this another one) ayy, huh
I got a bag on a lot of these rap niggas, huh
Bet he ain't even know it
He say that he strapped
But I bet he won't show it
He claim that he gangsta
I bet he won't blow it
These diamonds, they water
They wet like the ocean
Four in a Fanta, they callin' it potion
These niggas sweet, they gay, Frank Ocean
I threw him some shots 'cause
I seen he was open
He run in my spot, he gon' die
What's the motive? He seen me with bags
He ain't know I was holdin'
I hang with some crips that
Be stiff at the shoulders
Them bloods that be with me
They itchin' to blow it
They call me the plug 'cause
I been movin' bowls
I'm the first nigga quick to
Pull sticks at a show
Tell T wait, tell 'em shop
We got gas for the low
Nigga try me, I swear I'ma lose all control
I'ma up this big bitch and lean back
Let it blow i'm as big as they come but
I'm stiff than a ho if I fall off today
Then it's back to the store
Can't hit licks where you stay so
I'm back in the Grove
I stopped breakin' down bricks 'cause
I start movin' bowls
I stopped sellin' that shit 'cause
I start rockin' shows
It's fifteen in the sprinter
With twenty-three poles no Jordan
But that's how this shooter fit goes
I really know niggas get cake off a ho
Told 'em get it in blood, but he didn't
He a ho he must think that I'm Tinder
He slidin' through a ho
Shoulda went to that mall I
Was strapped with my pole
I got one in the head, bitch, I'm ready to go
Full of that gas bitch, I'm ready to smoke
Dumped a whole clip, ain't no point to reload
I still bet a dub, I'm the ten or a four, ayy
Rosama been steppin'
Ten seven hoover, you know I been reppin'
Stones on my wrist like I fuck with Rosetta
Diamond in rough, I'm a coal under pressure
Pilate my gun, nigga know I'ma stretch 'em
Recievin' these bullets whenever I catch 'em
I run with a tech
Out there gettin' a message
How this yo' crib, nigga? Go ask the devil
Racks on me like I went and played tennis
Pop up at the door like a Jehovah witness
45 on me like a nigga benchin'
Dot on yo' head like the end of a sentence
Put racks on yo' head then I'm makin' a call
Warzone guns, send 'em to the gulag
The fly on the rock then the wire to my dawgs
One K for the teeth and a nigga still floss
2018 was down fuckin' with the taliban
2019, I was stiff as a mannequin
2020, I was filing my taxes
2021, started bringin' them bags in, ayy
Niggas told me to go forward with this
Flow 'cross the paint, and I'm hard as shit
Strap while I shot 'til my target hit
Hook in my cup, my drink marvelous
I walk on my ghost 'cause
It's dark on my feet
Feelin' myself like I lost my keys
Money tall as a F now they fuck with a G
I'm not what a bitch want 'cause
I'm what a bitch need
I walk on my ghost 'cause
It's dark on my feet
Feelin' myself like I lost my keys
Money tall as a F now they fuck with a G
I'm not what a bitch want 'cause
I'm what a bitch need (I do it)
I got a bag on a lot of these rap niggas, huh
Bet he ain't even know it
He say that he strapped
But I bet he won't show it
He claim that he gangsta
I bet he won't blow it
These diamonds, they water
They wet like the ocean
Four in a Fanta, they callin' it potion
These niggas sweet, they gay, Frank Ocean
I threw him some shots 'cause
I seen he was open
He run in my spot, he gon' die
What's the motive? He seen me with bags
He ain't know I was holdin'
I hang with some crips that
Be stiff at the shoulders
Them bloods that be with me
They itchin' to blow it
They call me the plug 'cause
I been movin' bowls
I'm the first nigga quick to
Pull sticks at a show
Tell T wait, tell 'em shop
We got gas for the low
Nigga try me, I swear I'ma lose all control
I'ma up this big bitch and lean back
Let it blow i'm as big as they come but
I'm stiff than a ho if I fall off today
Then it's back to the store
Can't hit licks where you stay so
I'm back in the Grove
I stopped breakin' down bricks 'cause
I start movin' bowls
I stopped sellin' that shit 'cause
I start rockin' shows
It's fifteen in the sprinter
With twenty-three poles no Jordan
But that's how this shooter fit goes
I really know niggas get cake off a ho
Told 'em get it in blood, but he didn't
He a ho he must think that I'm Tinder
He slidin' through a ho
Shoulda went to that mall I
Was strapped with my pole
I got one in the head, bitch, I'm ready to go
Full of that gas bitch, I'm ready to smoke
Dumped a whole clip, ain't no point to reload
I still bet a dub, I'm the ten or a four, ayy
Rosama been steppin'
Ten seven hoover, you know I been reppin'
Stones on my wrist like I fuck with Rosetta
Diamond in rough, I'm a coal under pressure
Pilate my gun, nigga know I'ma stretch 'em
Recievin' these bullets whenever I catch 'em
I run with a tech
Out there gettin' a message
How this yo' crib, nigga? Go ask the devil
Racks on me like I went and played tennis
Pop up at the door like a Jehovah witness
45 on me like a nigga benchin'
Dot on yo' head like the end of a sentence
Put racks on yo' head then I'm makin' a call
Warzone guns, send 'em to the gulag
The fly on the rock then the wire to my dawgs
One K for the teeth and a nigga still floss
2018 was down fuckin' with the taliban
2019, I was stiff as a mannequin
2020, I was filing my taxes
2021, started bringin' them bags in, ayy
Niggas told me to go forward with this
Flow 'cross the paint, and I'm hard as shit
Strap while I shot 'til my target hit
Hook in my cup, my drink marvelous
I walk on my ghost 'cause
It's dark on my feet
Feelin' myself like I lost my keys
Money tall as a F now they fuck with a G
I'm not what a bitch want 'cause
I'm what a bitch need
I walk on my ghost 'cause
It's dark on my feet
Feelin' myself like I lost my keys
Money tall as a F now they fuck with a G
I'm not what a bitch want 'cause
I'm what a bitch need (I do it)