plug man - vontoocut lyrics
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 l!ck on my bone (let’s go)
my opps just hit l!ck, 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*ggas 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*ggas 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
(let’s go)
yeah, what he say? (yeah)
uh, started with a plan [?] broke
[?] turned myself to a goat
real n*gga [?]
trap n*gga, 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 l!ck on my bone (let’s go)
my opps just hit l!ck, 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*ggas 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*gga first, rap n*gga 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 ass to the running man
n*gga think we beefing, naw bruh you a fan
send a couple shots, yeah bruh i ain’t playing (glah, glah)
[?] h*ll 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*ggas 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 l!ck on my bone
my opps just hit l!ck, i can’t talk on the phone
my opps sip lean but i sell ufo
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