Q Da Fool - My Plug lyrics

Let me tell you a lil' story, how I met my plug Gave me guns, sold me d** Young n***a started with an ounce and a half With a box on my ankle and a half-point slug Swear my mama can't tell me sh** Imma keep smoking weed, keep it toting my clip OG Bob told me that it's all in the wrist Mother f** a job cause I'm tryna get rich Got locked for a robbery and I ain't say sh** Who, what, where, n***a I ain't take sh** Gucci on my belt I ain't gotta say sh** Your b**h all on my dick and I ain't even say sh** n***a you a lame goddamn face it Catch me in the back n***a probably facin' (good dope) Work piled up like a brick mason I ain't runnin after hoes boy i'm money chasing You stealin' my flow that sh** sad I think you owe Q Da Fool cash The Feds they all on my a** Cause Q Da Fool known to put n***as in bags I get booted wit my shooter Ruin the mission, you lose wit your shooter b**h this real life so I move wit that ruga I swear moe this street sh** is real You book then your a** might get k**ed A hunnid xans, hunnid perks, hunnid grams A young n***a tryna make a mill Q La'Flare all bout his money sh**, not that funny sh** b**h n***a, like a girl you just run your lips Trap n***a everyday tryna make a flip I don't think n***as really street n***as I don't think these n***as street n***as I don't think these n***as street n***as Like a book man I swear you gotta read n***as Tryna get it, gotta wake up off the E n***a Getcha cash man I swear I can't feed n***as Straight hustlin', definition of a street n***a Yeah, real street n***a Gotta get it, off the E n***a Getcha money, don't ask