Plug

[Chorus: T.Y.]
I'm to real for this fake shit
Oh you looking for a plug nigga why you ain't say shit
Fendi P will have you laced quick
If I call my nigga up then you better cop at least a zip
We really live by the G code
Steady getting this money not worrying 'bout no freak hoes
You could smell it all in my clothes
I was smoking out the pound but you prolly already know

[Verse 1: T.Y.]
I really live for this G shit
Middle fingers to the ones who still can't believe this
Gang coming through your speakers
Jet Life, they got a lot of niggas wanna be us
That shit we got they want it
Fuck boys want be my homie
This shit I'm smoking funky
Pull off in something foreign
Niggas out here and they still hating
Why you not trynna get this paper
These hoes gon' be there later
(?) and step yo' weight up
In the game and I'm trynna make a change
This shit these niggas talking bout so lame
Bout to crash trynna jump in my lane
We at the top and this shit ain't gon' change
I'm high as fuck and all that hating shit gon' blow it
I kept it real and held it down when I was on that tour bus touring
Yea, give me the rock and I'm scoring
I can't fuck with no basic bitch cause them basic bitches be boring
Nigga true to this G shit

[Chorus: T.Y.]
I'm to real for this fake shit
Oh you looking for a plug nigga why you ain't say shit
Fendi P will have you laced quick
If I call my nigga up then you better cop at least a zip
We really live by the G code
Steady getting this money not worrying 'bout no freak hoes
You could smell it all in my clothes
I was smoking out the pound but you prolly already know

[Verse 2: Fendi P]
I'm too real for a fake bitch
I'm too trill for the he-say she-say fake shit
I smoke a pound to the face bitch
I crack the seal, keep it real with you I ain't trynna sell shit
I got the Regal on Daytons
(?) on 26, Box Chevy on 8's bitch
You know Spitta quick to drop shit
Got a car for everyday of the month and shit, look
Ain't with none of the fuck shit
My lil' nigga with the dumb shit
The right price get ya curb service
Pull up on ya ass like I own a lawn service, nigga
I just spent 30 riding round with the 30
I be loading things in Range Rovers
I be loaded in my condo
I just poured up in a (?)
I finesse a jug in San Diego
I might fuck around and bring back the Kangol
I been paid since a nigga wore a du-rag
They going crazy over bitches that I been had
Old titty ass bitches only want bags
Or fugazi ass shit, we don't fuck with that
Rollie dial all gold nigga Trinidad
And they ain't just start hating niggas been mad

[Chorus: T.Y.]
I'm to real for this fake shit
Oh you looking for a plug nigga why you ain't say shit
Fendi P will have you laced quick
If I call my nigga up then you better cop at least a zip
We really live by the G code
Steady getting this money not worrying 'bout no freak hoes
You could smell it all in my clothes
I was smoking out the pound but you prolly already know