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i$h - plug walk freestyle lyrics

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[intro: papi boi]
aye
plug walk

[verse 1: papi boi]
walk up in the club with some f–king bands on me
walk up in the club got the f–king mans on me
might pull with the gun my n—as’ll blam huh
might pull up with the gun my n—as’ll bam huh

chop em cause the chopper in the backseat
b–ch i’m balling b–ch i’m balling like an athlete
new money always find a way to catch me
gun violence you can hear it on the backstreet

gun violence you can hear it on the backstreet
b–ch i ball b–ch i ball like an athlete
new money always find a way to catch me

[verse 2: i$$h]
aye yea walk when i drip
looking like a million dollar house on my wrist
all these n-ggas hating but these n-ggas can’t catch me
these n-ggas can’t finesse me

i got s–t loud as speakers
n—as know that i be blowing on that reefa
and i sell that work and i move that purp
sipping on lean double cup what i work

yea yea aye
hoes wanna jock me
aye and these n—as they be watching me yea
and my wrist cost a thousand
ring on my pinky look like its an island

young n—a fly ion even need a pilot
pimpin’ ain’t s–t ain’t tricking if you got it
wallet, hunnid racks stuffed in my pocket
young n—a ‘bout to take off like a rocket

[verse 3: papi boi]
i’m ‘bout to take off like a rocket
if he talking i swear ima pop him
i come thru with the motha f–king top shottas
young n-gga looking like a big baller

b–ch i ball like lavar
young n—a f–king going hard
‘bout to whip off
in foreign car with a motha f–king broad
yea a foreign broad

ion give a f–k what you saying
i keep slaying
all these hoes be complaining
well stop complaining

ima make it
i told my mama ima make it
and the truth you had to take it
you had to take it

[chorus: papi boi]
i got the plug walk
got a plug walk
ion give a f–k long as i let the gun talk
let the motha f–king gun talk

all these n—as playing
but they know i rep the third ward
know i rep the third ward
if a n—a talking i swear this gon be the third war

it’s gon be the third war
pull the plug let the plug walk

[verse 4: i$$h]
gimme the loot when i running on these n—as
they wanna hate ‘cause they not ‘bout pulling triggers
they ain’t ‘bout what they talk about or what they rapping about
so what the f–k is you talking ‘bout

young n—a got the s–t on his wrist
yea i had to boss up and get my own b–ch
got my own shoes tie my own f–king laces
if you took my shoes and walked a mile you couldn’t pace it

yea running my own lil race
all these n—as hate and they smile up in my face
yea yea ‘bout to get a grill on these n—as
ima chill on these n—as, cop a deal for these n—as yea yea

[chorus: papi boi]
plug walk
plug walk
ion give a f–k long as i let the gun talk
let the motha f–king gun talk

if i see that n—a i swear it’s gon be a world war
a motha f–king world war

[outro: papi boi]
f–k the blank man
f–k what you stand for
what the f–k you stand for
ion give f–k let the plug walk

pull the plug let the plug walk
pull the plug let the plug walk
pull the plug let the plug walk
pull the plug let the plug walk

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