Lo Fi - The Plug (King Trappy III) lyrics

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Lo Fi - The Plug (King Trappy III) lyrics

[Intro] Trap, lil n***a, trap Trap, lil n***a, trap Trap, lil n***a, trap Trap, lil n***a, trap Trap, lil n***a, trap (Birds) Trap, lil n***a, trap (Birds) Trap, lil n***a, trap (Cuckoo) Trap, lil n***a, trap [Verse 1] All these n***as wonder why when I say The Reagan Era put a motherf**ing voice in my head Saying, "Trap, lil n***a, trap" So I'm on the block with my Glock co*ked till heart stop f** blood, rather pump crack Or go get a tre-five and flip it for five five While you motherf**ers flipping burgers and five guys For lack of words, the lies that lie inside of ya mind Every single time make a n***a feel fine The reason why I'm blind when I see my people die The messed up part's that they see it as a crime It might be d**h, but I see it as a dime And that sh** makes sense, ain't no need to ask why, f** it All I'm tryna do is stay clear of the buckets Driving this dope, got me scooping up the duckets A lot of rappers rap about trap sh** But they ain't really 'bout sh** I'm the only one that's saying something Fronting's equivalent to whippings on the back When your front's getting whiped in the kitchen And the Feds run up to the door, get to kickin' with the strap To your hat, make you lay down flat, that's a fact The plug ain't me, the plug is a story of how society bleeds Part of the popular phrase that says I can't breath, I can't breath I can't breath, I can't breath [Interlude] Lord, Lord When I, when I [Pre-Hook] When I hop up out the Porsche or out the Lamb' That become my wrist juggie juggie, flip, juggie juggie, damn My shotta got a Glocka, it go ham All because my wrist juggie juggie, flip, juggie juggie, damn [Hook] I'm the plug (Birds) I'm the plug, I'm the plug I'm the plug (Birds) I'm the plug, I'm the plug I'm the plug (Cuckoo) I'm the plug, I'm the plug I'm the plug (You ain't got no money, take yo' broke a** home) I'm the plug, I'm the plug [Verse 2] Extendo clip (Clip, clop), bang, bang! Leave a n***a on the floor, let his brains hang What's those pants? Alexander Wang Buy new clothes everytime I sell a whole thang Moving that c**a and I ain't talking 'bout bu*ter I leave it to my young n***as, they gon' cook it and cut up They take it back to the block, they break it down, make it pop Trapping is not like selling records, it is not gonna flop Touch my mans and get dropped, touch my fam and get popped Touch my stash and I'm clickin', clockin', reload and then flock (Brrrrrrrrrrrrrr) I ain't never had a damn day job, n***a I been getting paid since tenth grade, n***a Never been in Feds but I make seven figures That's the reason why these n***as wanna hate, go figure [Pre-Hook] Hop up out the Porsche or out the Lamb' That become my wrist juggie juggie, flip, juggie juggie, damn My shotta got a Glocka, it go ham All because my wrist juggie juggie, flip, juggie juggie, damn [Hook] I'm the plug (Birds) I'm the plug, I'm the plug I'm the plug (Birds) I'm the plug, I'm the plug I'm the plug (Cuckoo) I'm the plug, I'm the plug I'm the plug (You ain't got no money, take yo' broke a** home) I'm the plug, I'm the plug