Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Debrae Jones
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
I'm a 21st baby Vietnam raised me
I'm Queenstown soilder
I done trapped out the Nolia nigga
I hustle daily
I aint meant to live a basic life
Fuck a 9 ta 5
Naked bitch and brazy nights
That's what I chose nigga
Drugz money ho'z nigga
N I swear dis shit on Pimp to neva fold nigga
We really move trapz
We really run packz bruh
Always stay strapped
Neva catch me lackn bruh
Know dat
Let my nuttz hang KoJack
Drugs money guns plugs
Tell me where the dough at
Kop a brick
Bag the shit
Make some calls flip it
Hit the plug connect the play
Run the route ship it
Kop a brick
Bag the shit
Make some calls flip it
Hit the plug connect the play
Run the route ship it
Kop a brick
Bag the shit
Make some calls flip it
Hit the plug connect the play
Run the route ship it
Kop a brick
Bag the shit
Make some calls flip it
Hit the plug connect the play
Run the route ship it
I'm the plug wit the plug I know Big Ben
My lil buddies they a leave you in a stink bin
For birdy my folk a bake you cornish hen
This that real plug talk
Lil bitch and I'm the man
My yappa had a baby called dat 50 round tek
I don' give a fuck about you
Dare that ass to flex
Nigga
Airholes and exstendos
Double downs and kick doors
Kick a brick off to your hitta
Now thats a field goal
Forreal though
That pussy shit a get killed mo
I love being a gangsta
Now that's for real though
Forreal though
I gotta get it how I live mo
I hit d block n fuck it up
Until I reach a mill mo
Kop a brick
Bag the shit
Make some calls flip it
Hit the plug connect the play
Run the route ship it
Kop a brick
Bag the shit
Make some calls flip it
Hit the plug connect the play
Run the rout ship it
Kop a brick
Bag the shit
Make some calls flip it
Hit the plug connect the play
Run the rout ship it
Kop a brick
Bag the shit
Make some calls flip it
Hit the plug connect the play
Run the rout ship it
So much money guess I need more guns
Og kush shipped by the bundle
Every block I run to blitz with the one-two dumb moves
Fly young nigga with pistols
One brick two bricks three bricks four
Ten bricks twenty bricks I want more
If I go broke I'm a pull a kick door
Fuck up the block my work nympho
Beat up the pot bimbo
Got blow for the low limbo
Real Live Squad kinfolk
Big ass yappa for your temple
Any drug I can handle
Traffic cocaine in a lambo
Straight drop whole lot of ammo
Drum on the pump like Rambo
Writer(s): Debrae Jones
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