Metro Boomin - I'm The Plug (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse] This ain't neck and neck b**h I'm Chris Bosh D Money wet em up like a car wash n***as lame say they dunking on the game, I just checked the basket and the sh** said “Osh Kosh” Why these n***as got opinions? When we talk bars you ain't mentioned Every line I'm spittin wicked Pray to the lord I'm forgiven Spit acid No tab on my tongue n***a Try to diss me then you dumb n***a She on the trombone and I beat that like a ba** drum Stuntin like she a virgin? Well today she gonna take one We too deep, we in all black, and I dare a n***a to say something She bounce on the dino like a pogo Up down, up down like a yoyo Say they cold but they sweet call em froyo For the bars, y'all jones like lolo Young n***a ask your girlfriend she know If you snitch catch stitches, no Lilo Hot like a big n***a in a peacoat Minions, y'all know where be though Going crazy till I got my own Vevo Do it for the city like I'm D Rose Y'all Shaq, I'm Nash with the free throws Faith game strong like I'm Tebow Too real, I'll never break g code I'll come for that a** like Nemo Call 911, no Reno Get the memo? Be like me more, damn The city sell paraphernalia Don't trust him he look like a squealer You n***as is chasing them racks Trying to get my family a billion How much I been through you don't wanna know Trying to count big bills, no Buffalo Writing all this fire got my hand hot Going out like a lame? No I cannot k**ing young men of my kind Then y'all n***as wonder why I hate cops f** n***a, no I don't feel ya I'm fly as Amelia It really ain't no thing, I got Dylaan B in this thing You need a knife in your back and a bullet to the chest And no pulse to feel my pain yeah yeah That sh** the truth Manslaughter when I'm in the booth I ain't trying to kick it, ain't trying to hang n***as f** around try to tie my noose Yeah yeah I got the juice yeah yeah I got the sauce I win b**h ain't sh** never dead locked Everything I spit accurate head shot n***as dying on a Sunday when the lead pop Take you out the picture, my n***as will crop it b**h I spit fiya, propane in my veins All these rappers my children like Erica Kane R.I.P SK My loud man a ese I do not beg not even your pardon Got the Tommy on me, my heart Cole Now tell me where the f** is Martin Let's get it [Outro] Ahh ahh Thought I was done uh My city said I'm the one uh I body rappers for fun uh If you the sh**, I'm runs