"PLUG STOVE" lyrics
Put on my cleats, steppin' on the fish scales (Fuck)
Flooded with diamonds, water my wrist tell
Been in the field, I'm flippin' the tenth bale
Not goin' to court, I'm not finna pay bail
Nigga, I'm runnin' from police, you stay still
Pourin' up juice, wanna see how an eight feel
Does she love me or you? I can't tell (You rockin' with DJ YoungKash)
I'm at the plug stove whippin' white up (Plugg)
Nigga, I fiend for the bud, let me light up
Everything I touch gold, I'm Midas
Nigga, you pussy, you never would fight us
Pull out the .30, we not finna square up
She givin' top, so she pullin' her hair up
Racks so thick, you can't even tear up
Huh, that's like tryna tear up half a phonebook
Rollie got two sides, that's two tone look
I got two sides, you on the wrong one
I need two Percs, then I can have fun
Trap house too burnt, just like the damn sun
I'm on the stove, I can't fuck up the timin'
Trap phone, I hear the beeper keep chimin'
Trap house, I know the pockets keep linin'
Dripped out, I know I'm dripped in designer
Bitch'll do what I say like I'm Simon
Cap out, nigga, I tell that you lyin'
The Rolls Royce, nigga, you tell that I'm flyin'
I'm the business, bae, but I never be tyin'
I'm not a baker, I know what a pie is
I'm in the trap, cuttin' wet like it's science
I got experiments, fiends come and try it
Nigga, I know I'm the best, but I'm biased
I take some shrooms and I kick it with Midas
I'm on the plug stove cookin' bankrolls
Say Grace, we need to go thank those
Thank God, I got the pack for way low
We out in Mexico, plug need pesos
I'm chasin' money, you niggas gon' chase hoes (Fuck)
Stepped out, nigga, that work ain't the same though
Trap on the low and the bricks need eight more
Nigga, throw on my cleats, steppin' on the fish scales
I talk to the bales, bitch, I know the bricks well
Everybody still in the trap so the shit smell
Smokin' gelato pound so the shit smell
Walkin' on water, nigga, like a wishing well (Plugg)
You the type to pillow talk and then your bitch tell
I'm always leanin', nigga, but I ain't fell
My life changed when I met the plug
I'm in a Range and I'm throwin' slugs
I keep on sippin', I'm stuck in the mud
She love me? Or you? Or drugs?
Flooded with diamonds, water my wrist tell
Been in the field, I'm flippin' the tenth bale
Not goin' to court, I'm not finna pay bail
Nigga, I'm runnin' from police, you stay still
Pourin' up juice, wanna see how an eight feel
Does she love me or you? I can't tell (You rockin' with DJ YoungKash)
I'm at the plug stove whippin' white up (Plugg)
Nigga, I fiend for the bud, let me light up
Everything I touch gold, I'm Midas
Nigga, you pussy, you never would fight us
Pull out the .30, we not finna square up
She givin' top, so she pullin' her hair up
Racks so thick, you can't even tear up
Huh, that's like tryna tear up half a phonebook
Rollie got two sides, that's two tone look
I got two sides, you on the wrong one
I need two Percs, then I can have fun
Trap house too burnt, just like the damn sun
I'm on the stove, I can't fuck up the timin'
Trap phone, I hear the beeper keep chimin'
Trap house, I know the pockets keep linin'
Dripped out, I know I'm dripped in designer
Bitch'll do what I say like I'm Simon
Cap out, nigga, I tell that you lyin'
The Rolls Royce, nigga, you tell that I'm flyin'
I'm the business, bae, but I never be tyin'
I'm not a baker, I know what a pie is
I'm in the trap, cuttin' wet like it's science
I got experiments, fiends come and try it
Nigga, I know I'm the best, but I'm biased
I take some shrooms and I kick it with Midas
I'm on the plug stove cookin' bankrolls
Say Grace, we need to go thank those
Thank God, I got the pack for way low
We out in Mexico, plug need pesos
I'm chasin' money, you niggas gon' chase hoes (Fuck)
Stepped out, nigga, that work ain't the same though
Trap on the low and the bricks need eight more
Nigga, throw on my cleats, steppin' on the fish scales
I talk to the bales, bitch, I know the bricks well
Everybody still in the trap so the shit smell
Smokin' gelato pound so the shit smell
Walkin' on water, nigga, like a wishing well (Plugg)
You the type to pillow talk and then your bitch tell
I'm always leanin', nigga, but I ain't fell
My life changed when I met the plug
I'm in a Range and I'm throwin' slugs
I keep on sippin', I'm stuck in the mud
She love me? Or you? Or drugs?
