[BABY PLUG]
(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up)
Young nigga
Young nigga

Young nigga

[BABY PLUG]
Fuckin´ a booster, she gettin´ me clothes
Beatin´ with Rooster, we loosen the knob on the doors
Glock 19 with one in the nose
It´s on me, but nobody knows
So much shit on me, but nobody knows
Damn, my nigga done killed my bro
I don´t even know which way to go
But fuck it, thuggin´ on my own
Shut up, nigga, bring that shit out
Cook up, nigga, straight out the pot
I be tryna calm, off these meds, strapped up
Big bruh said, "Why you in the booth?" Fuck the trap spot
I don´t give a fuck ´bout a whole whole hater

I don´t give, motherfuck 12, I´m a landscaper
Young nigga loaded up, still chasin´ paper
Young nigga strapped, ready to pull your man-card

[Lil Gotit]
I rock designer clothes
Come pull up to the block and jugged at the store
Snakes on my collar, I Gucci´d my clothes
Puttin´ them diamonds in that big body Rolls
In traffic, we swap out them poles
I let his bitch come blow me like O´s
A nigga get slimed, you know how that go
Play with that check, then we breakin´ your nose
I´m in that Porsche Cayenne
Exotic, I popped me a Xan´
Popped me an upper, I hope I don´t land
He pop it, he pop it, he pop it
But he know he can get smacked like a can

Hundred round for an advance
Mess up, can´t wait to go jump out a van
Leave the block hot, yeah, they gon´ need a fan

[BABY PLUG & Lil Keed]
Fuckin´ a booster, she gettin´ me clothes
Beatin´ with Rooster, we loosen the knob on the doors
Glock 19 with one in the nose
It´s on me, but nobody knows
So much shit on me, but nobody knows
Damn, my nigga done killed my bro
I don´t even know which way to go
But fuck it, thuggin´ on my own
Shut up, nigga, bring that shit out
Cook up, nigga, straight out the pot
I be tryna calm, off these meds, strapped up
Big bruh said, "Why you in the booth?" Fuck the trap spot

I don´t give a fuck ´bout a whole whole hater
I don´t give, motherfuck 12, I´m a landscaper
Young nigga loaded up, still chasin´ paper
Young nigga strapped, ready to pull your man-card (Keed, talk to ´em)

[Lil Keed]
Hold up, please chill, bitch (Chill)
Hold up, diamonds real, bitch
Hold up, nigga talkin´ crazy
We Call of Duty kill shit (Skrrt)
Shots fired out of that foreign
Yeah, the fork scratchin´ glass bowls
Fuck mud, we drivin´ side-by-sides on the road (Side-by-sides)
Tear it up, ooh
Yeah, they talkin´ ´bout, "Talk to ´em, Prince Slatty Slatty"

Work ethic so crazy, I ain´t average
Balenciaga, I don´t never wear Bally (Balenci´, Balenci´)
I ain´t gotta finesse, just know a nigga havin´
Clean image, I ain´t get extra tatted
But just know I get extra active
Niggas on Instagram typin´, they laughin´
Well, drop a pin, I´ma pull up straight casket

[BABY PLUG]
Fuckin´ a booster, she gettin´ me clothes
Beatin´ with Rooster, we loosen the knob on the doors
Glock 19 with one in the nose
It´s on me, but nobody knows (Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up)
So much shit on me, but nobody knows
Damn, my nigga done killed my bro

I don´t even know which way to go
But fuck it, thuggin´ on my own
Shut up, nigga, bring that shit out
Cook up, nigga, straight out the pot
I be tryna calm, off these meds, strapped up
Big bruh said, "Why you in the booth?" Fuck the trap spot
I don´t give a fuck ´bout a whole whole hater
I don´t give, motherfuck 12, I´m a landscaper
Young nigga loaded up, still chasin´ paper
Young nigga strapped, ready to pull your man-card