OG Frowzy - Plug Remix lyrics

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OG Frowzy - Plug Remix lyrics

How's man talking like this, & How's man talking like that? How's man talking bare sh**, & How's man talking bare crap? Banana clips in the trap, Click Clack fam you know it's a rap That AK Big & Rusty, you would've thought it came from Iraq It's Frowzy, Finessé Crew, I wake up & piss, put the zip in my tummy, Ayy Got the dope man it stinks put the blunt to my lip and it kicks like an onion, Ayy My brodie, he sipping on 40's he call up shortie, put the - in her tummy, Ayy Know we got O's and we buzzin', I chop up the dope and go smoke with my cousin, Ayy Finessing is nothing, I'm catching a ghost when I'm pressing a bu*ton Carresing the gun, on bro, just know that I came with the something Out town, got the shells for the hunting, Click Clack, then it's straight back to puffing See I only f** with the gang, the rest, I ain't really trust 'em Six in the spin, got about two shells in the shotty Mopeds wiz round do it properly, No face no case for my donnie Roll haze, get payed and she on me, A shotgun you never had that in your hand, why you talking this f**ery, n***a, why you talking this f**ery? How's man talking like this, & How's man talking like that? How's man talking bare sh**, & How's man talking bare crap? Banana clips in the trap, Click Clack fam you know it's a rap That AK Big & Rusty, you would've thought it came from Iraq Impala on 8s, dope boys on crates Switch movement on watch 45 on the waist Got a million dollar hustle a rich n***a fate white c**ainá While im flippin the plates My n***a dribble down in VA on the run from the dea Thats when n***as rolled bu*ton ups and white chucks like HOVA and errybody had ye's before 808's and heartbreaks the streets wasn't parlay gold thing royalties and loyalty wasn't everything Ya lady held you down with or without a wedding ring Sellin dope wasn't settling if you could smoke it they was sellin Hard grind pediment Street n***a pedigree Tryna live a kingpin legacy Pockets fat like letacy Thank you to the heavenly... Father for them dollas that got us straighter than the letter T Honcho Honcho Honcho