Plug Talk

[Verse 1: Pressa]

Fuck

Sometimes I worry about my niggas

We gon' turn a nigga ghost and never dream about the nigga

Niggas lookin' up to me, I never looked up to a nigga

Turn a lil' nigga gangster

I put caption on my picture, say what's up

Niggas fake I feel it in my guts, tell me what's up?

I don't feel the same love, bloody hands

I think I need some gloves, bloody feet

Fuckin' up my rug, pull him up

Nigga fuck your block, pullin' up, hit 'em up

He ain't get a headshot, consider it luck, Benz truck

Why the plug brought in the truck?

We slidin' on any block, don't give fuck

We got cash now

Remember nights I used to cash out

House full of killers it's a madhouse

We flood the whole city, we don't do droughts

We build our own wave, we don't steal clout

He got no face, report a John Doe

I be dodgin' feds, dodgin' gringos

We talk plug talk, what's your lingo?