Juice WRLD - Plug Walk (Freestyle) lyrics

Juice WRLD [Jarad Anthony Higgins]

[Juice WRLD - Plug Walk Freestyle lyrics]

Plug Walk you know you ain't the plug
So how you make the plug walk (Uh)
Boy yo' plug ain't the plug if he
Tell you that the plug walk (Uh)
Fuck the cookies, I been
Smokin' on the kush, luke Skywalk'
Yeah, two grams to the face
It'll make a nigga sky walk
Lean like a bitch
Choppa on my hip, I gotta beam in that bitch
(Uh) heat you up and your team in that bitch
Things ain't really what they
Seem in that bitch (Uh)
Me and Bibby gettin' busy in like every beat
I'm like Miami, when I'm on the scene
I always keep the heat (Uh)
Niggas must be virgins thinkin' they
Can fuck with me (Uh)
Wit's about me luckily, it's on me luckily
(Uh)
40 on me, like Velcro it's stuck to me (Uh)
Keep it on my hip, holst it up comfortably
(Uh)
Freestyle flows, they some wannabes (Uh)
Back in yo' bitch with the swiftness
Taylor with the shit, feel like swift, bitch
Pull up on the scene rocking misfit's
Ever since a kid I was a misfit
Still did my damn thing, never gave a fuck
Niggas talkin' stupid 'til I pull up
Make 'em duck choppa kinda hungry
Better heat him up for lunch (Hah)
Better heat him up for lunch
I'ma let it breath like a asthma attack (Uh)
Come and step to me if
You gon' battle the rap (Uh)
I was on the scene with my Mac, yeah, my Mac
(Uh)
Shoot 'em in his chest, now he asthma attack
(Uh, uh, ayy) cardiac arrest like he MJ
RIP, he was the greatest, what can I say (Uh)
Ballin' on these niggas like MJ
You like an old play, but you been played
Outdated, all these niggas belated (Huh)
Belated, outdated, all these niggas belated
(Hm) look, came in the game flexin'
Like I've been famous (Hah)
Damn right, like I've been famous
40 on me got to shooting bitch I been aimin'
Niggas false claiming shit, bitch
I been bangin' (Uh)
Try me if you wanna
You don't want no smoke but I want it
You don't want no smoke, don't condone it
(Uh, ayy)
Pull up on the scene of my opponents
Spazz on they ass, run it like track (Uh)
Shit so cold, run that shit back (Uh, uh)
Got so much drive if I
Crash this muhfuckas, muhfuckas
May just catch whiplash
Me and Westwood in the Rari
Where you at, we shootin' up yo' party
Bad bitch and she rollin' off the Molly
Dreads on my head feel gnarly
OG in the blunt, Bob Marley
DeJ Loaf with the shit, don't try me
40 stick a nigga in his face, no IV
Smoke a nigga like a blunt, no eye ring (Uh)
Flow go so cray
Shout out to them Pirus, flow go so bray
Pull up to the scene with my hand on my K
Shoot a nigga in his face, fuck you
Have a nice day
Yeah, I just may hit up the ice tray
Yeah, I just may hit up go that way
Ayy, I'ma roll off like a Segway (Huh)
I'm takin' off these niggas in a drag race
Niggas auto tuning like they T-Pain
All these niggas workin' out
They outta shape
Fuckin' with me, cool, you gon' die today
Hell yeah, I'm gripping on my 5 today

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