Xanman, Pede - Hey Plug lyrics
[Xanman, Pede - Hey Plug lyrics]
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
I need an AP and I need a Bentley
My side bitch, she calling, she stalking
Yeah she want Chanel, so I buy her a bag
Bitch, this drip it just comes
At a normal rate
He ain't gon’ care about mine
I don't care about his
Fuck it, I'ma go off the shit
Money been waiting, no stalling shit
If it ain’t 'bout money, I don't wanna hear
Head is so good, I just might take her soul
I know some niggas that's
Locked down the road
OG, he told me "don't speak what you know"
Yeah, that bitch bad
But she know she got' go
I'm taking half of a M while it's dirty
Jam in the night, we gon’ juug in the morning
We calling shots
We don’t care what you doing
I need the old hundreds stuck
With the new ones yeah, we taking trips
Order them bags, they coming right in
Ghetto bitch want me, my man need a friend
Bitch you can't have it all, take what I give
I’m cracking the seal
I might put it in liters
Slide in that coupe, all black Beamer
I'ma go shoot, walk down season
Give that shit up
Or I'll leave you right there
Jamming, juugin, all through the seasons
When we go out we stay at The Four Seasons
I'ma egg beat a shell, catching no sleeping
I’ma hustle niggas still trapping
No sleeping
Only on weekends we stay at the Beacon
Shaky, beat it, the ice like a freezer
Lil bitch mad, she said I was cheating, yeah
Yeah mad for no reason, yeah yeah
Lets go to Four Seasons, yeah yeah
You niggas don't trap, let
Me teach 'em, yeah, yeah
Posted with ten, we 'bout to
Have a meeting, yeah, yeah
Got a light skin bitch, but
She said I'm decent, ooh
You can ride and slide
Ain't talking 'bout Jeeps
Put a nigga in a box
Little Ceasars, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey now, don't reach for my penis
I need a band for a feature
Double cup, but you ain't sipping wockeisha
Street nigga, drink out the liter
Plug get in line like it's follow the leader
I was swerving by my keepers
Put him on skates like he in the arena
Let a nigga name
I need an AP and I need a Bentley
My side bitch, she calling, she stalking
Yeah she want Chanel, so I buy her a bag
Bitch, this drip it just comes
At a normal rate
He ain't gon’ care about mine
I don't care about his
Fuck it, I'ma go off the shit
Money been waiting, no stalling shit
If it ain’t 'bout money, I don't wanna hear
Head is so good, I just might take her soul
I know some niggas that's
Locked down the road
OG, he told me "don't speak what you know"
Yeah, that bitch bad
But she know she got' go
I'm taking half of a M while it's dirty
Jam in the night, we gon’ juug in the morning
We calling shots
We don’t care what you doing
I need the old hundreds stuck
With the new ones yeah, we taking trips
Order them bags, they coming right in
Ghetto bitch want me, my man need a friend
Bitch you can't have it all, take what I give
I’m cracking the seal
I might put it in liters
Slide in that coupe, all black Beamer
I'ma go shoot, walk down season
Give that shit up
Or I'll leave you right there
Jamming, juugin, all through the seasons
When we go out we stay at The Four Seasons
I'ma egg beat a shell, catching no sleeping
I’ma hustle niggas still trapping
No sleeping
Only on weekends we stay at the Beacon
Shaky, beat it, the ice like a freezer
Lil bitch mad, she said I was cheating, yeah
Yeah mad for no reason, yeah yeah
Lets go to Four Seasons, yeah yeah
You niggas don't trap, let
Me teach 'em, yeah, yeah
Posted with ten, we 'bout to
Have a meeting, yeah, yeah
Got a light skin bitch, but
She said I'm decent, ooh
You can ride and slide
Ain't talking 'bout Jeeps
Put a nigga in a box
Little Ceasars, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey now, don't reach for my penis
I need a band for a feature
Double cup, but you ain't sipping wockeisha
Street nigga, drink out the liter
Plug get in line like it's follow the leader
I was swerving by my keepers
Put him on skates like he in the arena
Let a nigga name