[ Featuring aside van coke ]
Hmm Hmm, Run it back
Hit up the plug, tryna hit up the plug
Tryna up the plug
Tryna up the plug, tryna hit up the plug
Tryna up the plug
Tryna up the plug, tryna hit up the plug
Tryna up the plug (I need ten)
Tryna up the plug, I need ten blunts
I been feelin' down, tryna kiss the sky
I been feelin' cold, tryna hop the sun
Niggas be dying, I jumped out the house
Whole lotta red, it's blood in the streets
Whole lotta red, I feel like carti and shit
Shawty wanna f*ck, she fein on me and shit
Uh uh uh uh, type shit
I'm bout to hit the plug bro, I'm bout to get high
I'm City number though, I'm bout to kick fire
My girl is old school like the iphone 5
You know when I phone her she standin' outside
You standin' on business? that shit ain't got profit
My plug shit slap like a genie at the osscars
Your plug shit cap, not talking Steve Rogers
You wi-fi gangsters on instagram live
I find that shit funny, you niggas is dummy
I'm tryna get money, you tryna get clout
My cup got muddy, my eyes got chubby
You niggas real oppy, don't know what ya'll bout
I been sippin' red I feel like Carti and shit
But I keep my shirt on when the hoes stop breathing
Tired'a gettin' caught tryna squeeze up the funds
Now I keep it tucked 'less I hit up the plug
Tryna up the plug, I need ten blunts
I been feelin' down, tryna kiss the sky
I been feelin' cold, tryna hop the sun
Niggas be dying, I jumped out the house
Whole lotta red, it's blood in the streets
Whole lotta red, I feel like carti and shit
Shawty wanna f*ck, she fein on me and shit
Uh uh uh uh, type shit
