Jose the Plug

Man

My dog just caught the bag

I ain't runnin' from the grams

You got that internet beef

You run straight to the 'Gram

P***y n***a got shot and he

Ran to the Gram

If I get shot I'ma shoot 'til it jam in my hand

You in your phone all day

Ain't makin' no bands

I told my lil' dawg count it as fast as he can

Soon as he run

It's off with his head

I need that bag

End your life like f**k is you sayin'

Like I'm that one n***a

F**k the other side

Percocet and new Patek made me come alive

Like how you bomin' game

I got the chop on me

Ooh I got the drop on him

JJ up the Glock on him

Man I got to sneak it in the party

Pocket rock' on me

My baby meet you on the side

Chris Rock for you

Boy I can see the whole field right off Bell Isle

I know he tried to slide 'cause his car loud

Big brick of white look like Brock Lesnar

Got testers slidin' everywhere because I'm off tether

I might f**k a Cardi B

Ruccis offsettin'

Diamonds wet

Look like pee

Skuba R Kelly

Man I might sing for the p***y just like R Kelly

I told her pull up to club 'Icky

I'ma change the weather

I got her out her Vickys

She won't let me let up

We been in and out them wars

I swear we need some medals

I ain't never had time for no arguments

Big a*s shotgun look like Lauri Markkanen

Tooda got the ten

AR with the cartridges

Moncler Rollie arm- wear

That's my starter kit

Do you believe in my dreams like Coretta b***h

Don't let him come in that door

Dawg we measuring

This lil' b***h like Keyshia Cole

Dawg she heaven- sent

Drego lay low and get them extras then

Get to preachin' to you n***as like I'm Malcolm X

And we got powder everywhere

Just took it out the press

She hit the road with my load

Took it out her dress

She turn me on now I want to do it

I'm lit in a foreign whip

Auntie got a script I'ma flip the b***h

Sweet chin music watch me kick the s**t

Yes I can move it

I be whippin' it

I will pull my gun and get ignorant

I will f**k the party up with my dance moves

I want to take me a trip out to Cancun

But I gotta sit still 'til this bag move

Domo arigato Mr Roboto

If he know like I know

My n***as we got those

Drums with the hollows

Drugs in my poncho

I been wanting big bands since a snot nose huh

The bag is so feminine

My MT hitters they some gremlins

The narcs hit the block

Still gon' hit the fence in my Timberlands

The smoke on the floor

Alright inhale it then

The way you talk you need a show

David Letterman

You ballerina all on it

It's not sellin' d**n

I called my baby whip it quickly

Ain't gotta touch my hands

I know some young n***as really eatin' in the ten

All this blood from the streets

I need to wash my hands

You never know who out to get you

Better watch your mans

Before you get to blowing cheese

Better make a plan

First night again it wasn't in her plans

Boogie told me f**k the city

Bro we want the rest

Who gon' be there in the end

All this s**t a test

All my old hoes say I still hit it the best

Get your mans dawg

I heard his watch it tick tick