Jose the Plug

Ayy

Man this street s**t ain't no fun n***as lost everybody

Everybody

It ain't even fair no more the rats be out here catchin' bodies

Crazy

We ain't 'bout to throw no hands you know n***as scared to fight

No

Ain't no mercy for these n***as bro they ain't gon' spare our life n***a

Drop his a*s

I just had a son I just had a cub

My baby

What's even better is he by somebody that I love

My baby

My real n***as man I love y'all like my blood brothers

On my mama

Hate our name was even attached to certain motherf**kers

On my mama

Opened up them doors for the D who gon' say I'm lyin'

If you goin' off don't take this bag this s**t ain't worth dyin'

Whole brick of Billie Eilish stretch it I took out a nine

R I P my n***as love them boys like they still alive

R I P my n***as

MarMar did five came home brodie went right back

S**t made me sad I just wanted bro to get the bag

State dropped the case

D**n

That mean we gotta fight the feds

Even if we down we gon' make sure we hold up our heads

For sure that

Seventy percent of my n***as gotta sleep on mats

We can't talk for more than fifteen minutes 'less they call me back

Gotta use they clothes as a pillow what you know 'bout that

Cold b***h I only hit her once but she came back to back

That's a fact

Street took my pops police gave me back my mama

Today I see a little peace it used to be just drama

My n***as went from gettin' suspended to gettin' indicted

'Cause they ended up shootin' but we started off just fightin'

Free 'em

I been through them prisons n***a I been in them counties

I been in them counties

I just did a feature n***a and pro'd a hundred thousand

Pro'd a hundred thousand

Ain't gon' speak about these n***as they some h*es like they mamas

B***hes used to ignore me now they like Why we need a condom Ayy

Pull up to the store I got a four go get a pop

With my day one n***a and the plug told him send a box

I know he gon' tell me chill all these feds gon' get us hot

You see all this jewelry but what you better see is this Glock b***h

Yeah this a Louis joggin' suit f**k is you talkin' to

F**k out the way when I'm walkin' through 'fore n***as ball on you

I remember when we all was through I couldn't call on you

Don't know how to mix the song but I can mix that doggy food

Bring the press

Boy a real killer he ain't no real n***a

I can't pay him for no body he gon' tell the cops who sent him

He gon' tell

Caught that p***y after dark d**n I thought they was smart

Get on him

Tried to throw it in reverse boy we threw his s**t in park

Skrrt

In here stackin' money and we been stackin' up on choppers

I could leave a million at my brother house and boy I promise

He might take some pictures with it but he ain't gon' steal a dollar

Leave a thousand at your brother's s**t he runnin' to Wakanda

He outta there

N***as rats I ain't heard s**t I ain't seen s**t

Street s**t

Street s**t

Never mind y'all be on police s**t

Police s**t

Jumpin' on the plane with the bag I be leery

But the loads still all clipped like size thirty eight Amiris ayy

Woo

N***as on my d**k I see 'em all watchin' my InstaSnap

Look at 'em

Think you got the drop send your n***a through and get him clapped

Send 'em

Buffs look like white on rice

Buffs look like white on rice

Rollie fitted that b***h hit harder than Iron Mike

That b***h hit harder than Tyson

Yeah boy when you was gettin' your a*s beat by your parents

I was watchin' my parents baggin' up grams dreamin' 'bout McLarens

I was facin' thirty kept quiet ayy can you do that

Can you

Bro called send a bag then I'm like You flew through that n***a

D**n

I'm richer than everybody that I went to school with ayy

Everybody that I went to school with

Teachers included

And I'm just like you probably worse I was on bulls**t

I was on bulls**t

Matter fact scratch was I'm still on bulls**t

I'm still on bulls**t

They ain't got love for us gang they would've showed it

F**k 'em

B***h we be outside so much n***as think we homeless

We out here

When I catch your mans I'm goin' stupid

Dumb

Can't rap about the details 'cause I'm gon' really do it

B***h that money long as train smoke

B***h that money long as train

F**k just him I want his gang smoke ayy

F**k just him I want his gang

I got a new crib

New crib

But I call that b***h my old school

My old school

'Cause that b***h the same size as my old school

Cody High

I moved to Cali they like Come back to the trenches

I got plugs out here bro pop out and fly back with them b***hes

Come get 'em

Gang takin' n***as h*es they like Come back with our b***hes

Come back

Don't even trip they gon' be back but in a minute n***a

Calm down n***a

Knew she was hurt when that b***h text me back like Do you

What

I made it even worse I text her back like Who you

Who is this

I ain't even f**k she ate me like the orange pack of noodles

Brodie came home from the joint and got to trendin' all on YouTube

The G O A T

Man that street s**t ain't what's up n***as lost everybody

We lost everybody

It ain't even fair no more the rats be catchin' bodies

Crazy

We ain't 'bout to throw no hands n***as scared to fight

Ain't no mercy for these n***as bro they ain't gon' spare our life n***a

Bah