Ballout
Plug
[Verse]
I got cameras on the front
I got cameras on the back
I got cameras on the truck
I can see you, where ya at
I'm the quarterback
I make it land anywhere
I just put em in the air
Better touch down there
Trap house fully loaded
50 pounds right here
Steady bussin' down bricks
Cuz you know I don't drink beer
I said my plug got me cappin'
And this bitch thirty-five bills
I don't work no nine to five
I pack my thiry-five steel
N***a I don't care if you still trappin
I need thirty-five mil
In the club goin' may-may over thirty-thousand bills
You lil n***as dealin' money, plug, bitch you havin' fun
In the club diamonds dancin' and they fucking bitches eyes
In the club my diamonds dancin' and they fucking n***as wild
I married to the streets baby and I ain't got nothin' to disguise
She told me her thing
She a freak at night--she a spy
Russian stuff anon and blew a grand on Louis luggage
Gotta catch this flight tonight
20k, girl it's nothin'
Drop-top M6 Beamer, pull up, diamonds flooded
Bitches all in my ear
N***as mullin'
I pull up, hop out, countin' money
Smokin' finer leaf, ayy, drinkin' dirty Fanta
I'm from Chiraq (Chiraq ass n***a) and yet I pull up in Lambos
I got full lit ammo
My n***as go Rambo
Ballout got the motherfuckin' plug