Meek Mill, Omelly, Young Breed - The Plug lyrics

(Maybach Music) Hello? (Yo)
Meek que hay papi (what's good?)
Shit, llego eso (come on man)
Veinte (come on man, that ain't right)
Quince (I'ma come holla at you in person, Papi)
Vamos donde tu estas yo voy pa ya ahora
Meet me on the Northside, 23rd and Berks, man
(I'ma be right here wit it) Dalé

Word to my son man
I don't let them see the monster in me
Load my 30
Leave the crib and bring that choppa with me
I run them streets and make it home
Soon as my momma hit me
Put my son to sleep and right
Back to the drama quickly
Papi said he got them bricks and
We gon' take 'em down
I call Omelly, "Bring them shooters
We gon' break it down"
He said he coming and he
Coming in with 80 pounds
We finna line a nigga up and
We gon' take 'em down
"Hello" (Dimelo?) "Papi, where you at?"
(En camino) He said it's in
And I'm like, "Papi, bring the set"
He brought his shooter
I'ma prolly bring the MAC
I spent my money on a lawyer and
It's time to get it back
I got niggas in the bushes and they lurking
Young niggas barely legal but they murking
I hit them with the Desert
Eagle and it's curtains
I'ma shoot him in his head cause
I heard that nigga working

Hey Vock man, what's the deal man?
It's Omelly, what's poppin?
(What's up cool?) heh, ain't shit chillin
Ay, but look tho, I got a sting for us
Get the fuck outta here! What's the score?
80 joints nigga, heh (80 joints?! Who?)
Meek connect man
(get the fuck outta here, Papi?)
Yeah man, just bring the ladders man
Are you kidding me? Say no more man
I'm on my way

Riding four deep, on my way to Meek
Said he got a lick for us
Know this nigga sweet
Said he got 80 jawns, who to call but me?
So I called my dogs cause my dogs gotta eat
Let him off the leash
Now it's time to feast
Got McDonald's money but I'm
Tryna eat Philippe's
Tired of all this drought shit
This broke shit ain't me
If this sting go right
It's gon' put me on my feet
Where I need to be
I ain't lying Meek, this nigga move
I'm leaving him
I got some loose cannons and
They all agreeing with me
Black glove, black hoodies
I brought the team with me
Black strap, MAC-10
Brought the machines with me
Now we slidin' down the North
To 23rd and Berks
Cause Papi, he got that work
Young hitters, they with me, they tryna murk
I just tell them, "Chill, we gon'
Take him for what he worth", uhh

Yo, these fucking mama bichos
These fucking cocksuckers
What, what's up, Papi? Talk to me
They tryna set me up, huh? (Who?)
They tryna take my gold
(who?! Who want problems?)
Oh no, Papi, not today, I need you here
(it's too easy) i have a ticket waiting for
You in Miami International
And Breed, one more thing: dios me lo bendiga
I'm ready to eat baby, let's get it

Yeah, ay
Load up the AK and the motherfuckin' MAC-11
Hundred thangs to a dope boy
Fucking blessing
Hit up Boobie, told him, "Meet me on 183rd"
Funny how 187 get your boy hundred birds
Bang, Dade County niggas ain't a game
We call them sticks missed calls
They gon' let 'em ring
SKs, I just grabbed last month nigga
My new shooter ain't prayed in a month nigga
Got the devil in him, all he know is M-1s
Told him bring back all the
Paper into 10 tons
See them boys selling dope, just a day job
But dropping bodies how they really
Pay the bill boy
So Papi, how you want it? Body bag
Closed casket keep it clean, let them live
Bring back all the dope and cash?
Paper right, on sight
Boy that's just how it go
Tell them how you want it, Papi (matalo)

I told these mama bichos not to fuck wit me
Esto es "Self Made 3" papa
And this is "The Plug"
Griselda Blanco lives, Griselda Blanco lives
(Maybach Music)