Plug Man Lyrics – VonTooCut
Singer: VonTooCut
Title: Plug Man
Yeah, yeah
I rap my sh#t up on a hoe
Yeah
Jump man, jump man
Turn up my phone [Yeah
b#tch you a dog, come lick on my bone [Let’s go
My opps just hit lick, I can’t talk on the phone [Yeah
My opps sip lean but I sell UFO [Let’s go]
I don’t do sports but I dress like a pro
Stacking that b#tch gotta run up some more
That boy talking down, probably f#cked on his hoe
Von a trackstar had to switch up the flow [Let’s go
Plug man, plug man
[Yeah
n#gg#s don’t like me cause I keep it G [Glah, glah
Yo b#tch be on me cause’ I keep it straight [Yeah
12 be hating, I’m lit in 19 [Yeah]
Yo b#tch be f#cking, I gotta big dream
This a copy mug but I’m sipping on Lean
Bro ain’t with the choir, he letting it sing
Choppa, Glocks man that boy finna sing
Yeah
I got a rocket, yeah what? [What?
It’s stuffеd in my pocket, yeah brr
I ran in his pockets and took all his sh#t
I lovе all my n#gg#s but he may be a b#tch
You mad at me, I ain’t do a sh#t
Yo b#tch wanna f#ck, I don’t wanna hit the b#tch [Yeah
You b#tches be snakes, trust no one but the kid [Let’s go
My momma snitched on me, she ain’t f#cking with the kid
Yeah, what he say? [Yeah
Uh, started with a plan broke
Turned myself to a goat
Real n#gg#
Trap n#gg#, got my foot in the door
They didn’t let me in so I kicked it some more
Beat the block, gotta watch from the pole [Skrrt
Glock 19, keep me a [Fa, fa, fa
Jump man, jump man
Turn up my phone [Yeah
b#tch you a dog, come lick on my bone [Let’s go
My opps just hit lick, I can’t talk on the phone [Yeah
My opps sip lean but I sell UFO [Let’s go]
I don’t do sports but I dress like a pro
Stacking that b#tch gotta run up some more
That boy talking down, probably f#cked on his hoe
Von a trackstar had to switch up the flow [Let’s go]
Plug man, plug man
[Yeah
n#gg#s don’t like me cause I keep it G [Glah, glah
Yo b#tch be on me cause’ I keep it straight [Yeah
12 be hating, I’m lit in 19 [Yeah]
Yo b#tch be f#cking, I gotta big dream
This a copy mug but I’m sipping on Lean
Bro ain’t with the choir, he letting it sing
Choppa, Glocks man that boy finna sing
Real n#gg# first, rap n#gg# last
12 at the door, Ima put it in the trash [Yeah
Fendi with a coupe, don’t worry I can crash [Let’s go
f#ck she a flute, she gon’ send me and I smash [Let’s go
It’s a pack through the mail, that’s a whole lotta gas [Gas
I f#cked her tomorrow that’s a whole lotta bass
Drip my b#tch in Chanel, that’s a whole lotta swag
Put this gun in yo name so I know I can grab [Yeah]
Hunnid band, hunnid band, hunnid band, hunnid band
All I see is red, turn his #ss to the running man
n#gg# think we beefing, naw bruh you a fan
Send a couple shots, yeah bruh I ain’t playing [Glah, glah]
Hell naw, I ain’t playing
Say you a trapper, can’t stack up a band
When I get bored yeah I stack up a 10
f#ck up the trap yeah I did it again
Plug man, plug man
[Yeah
n#gg#s don’t like me cause I keep it G [Let’s go
Yo b#tch be on me cause’ I keep it straight [Yeah
12 be hating, I’m lit in 19 [Let’s go]
Jump man, jump man
Turn up my phone
b#tch you a dog, come lick on my bone
My opps just hit lick, I can’t talk on the phone
My opps sip lean but I sell UFO
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