T.Y. (Rapper) - Plug lyrics

[Chorus: T.Y.](x2) I'm to real for this fake sh** Oh you looking for a plug n***a why you ain't say sh** Fendi P will have you laced quick If I call my n***a up then you better cop at least a zip We really live by the G code Steady getting this money not worrying 'bout no freak hoes You could smell it all in my clothes I was smoking out the pound but you prolly already know [Verse 1: T.Y.] I really live for this G sh** Middle fingers to the ones who still can't believe this Gang coming through your speakers Jet Life, they got a lot of n***as wanna be us That sh** we got they want it f** boys want be my homie This sh** I'm smoking funky Pull off in something foreign n***as out here and they still hating Why you not trynna get this paper These hoes gon' be there later (?) and step yo' weight up In the game and I'm trynna make a change This sh** these n***as talking bout so lame Bout to crash trynna jump in my lane We at the top and this sh** ain't gon' change I'm high as f** and all that hating sh** gon' blow it I kept it real and held it down when I was on that tour bus touring Yea, give me the rock and I'm scoring I can't f** with no basic b**h cause them basic b**hes be boring n***a true to this G sh** [Chorus: T.Y.](x2) I'm to real for this fake sh** Oh you looking for a plug n***a why you ain't say sh** Fendi P will have you laced quick If I call my n***a up then you better cop at least a zip We really live by the G code Steady getting this money not worrying 'bout no freak hoes You could smell it all in my clothes I was smoking out the pound but you prolly already know [Verse 2: Corner Boy P] I'm too real for a fake b**h I'm too trill for the he-say she-say fake sh** I smoke a pound to the face b**h I crack the seal, keep it real with you I ain't trynna sell sh** I got the Regal on Daytons (?) on 26, Box Chevy on 8's b**h You know Spitta quick to drop sh** Got a car for everyday of the month and sh**, look Ain't with none of the f** sh** My lil' n***a with the dumb sh** The right price get ya curb service Pull up on ya a** like I own a lawn service, n***a I just spent 30 riding round with the 30 I be loading things in Range Rovers I be loaded in my condo I just poured up in a (?) I finesse a jug in San Diego I might f** around and bring back the Kangol I been paid since a n***a wore a du-rag They going crazy over b**hes that I been had Old titty a** b**hes only want bags Or fugazi a** sh**, we don't f** with that Rollie dial all gold n***a Trinidad And they ain't just start hating n***as been mad [Chorus: T.Y.](x2) I'm to real for this fake sh** Oh you looking for a plug n***a why you ain't say sh** Fendi P will have you laced quick If I call my n***a up then you better cop at least a zip We really live by the G code Steady getting this money not worrying 'bout no freak hoes You could smell it all in my clothes I was smoking out the pound but you prolly already know