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z (of firing squad) - the plug called lyrics

[hook: lon gotti] (x2)
the plug called, cha+ching
it’s time to pick it up
you know me, i hit the block then i triple up
momma said, “anytime you make a quarter, put a nickel up it be them n+ggas that’s with you that’s trynna stick you up”

[verse 1: z]
i make moves
i paid dues when i was school books
monstrous like yoga, so i’m yoda on these street crooks
sweatpants my holster, he out doja where the e look
beastly how my feet look
the concrete make the heat cook
i’m palming on these hips
and stick pirañas on these cheese dips
obama when i split or something similar to breathe with
confident as sh+t i ride the waves not talking seasick
momma know i’m sick, i vomit comets when i eat sh+t
homies in the hood and carry tools just like mechanic shops
you’re passing with sporadic thoughts and cadillacs like heat clip
obama the moving heat spit
impede lock when he crease fits
weed look like he bleached it
crystals blinking like a t++th get
cheese!
i’m trynna get the sh+t at ease
i’m crushing scum in the studio and rapping in the streets
working harder than the average man
but i’m lazy as can be
he ain’t got it
he gon sell it
just take the family out to eat
[hook: lon gotti] (x2)
the plug called, cha+ching
it’s time to pick it up
you know me, i hit the block then i triple up
momma said, “anytime you make a quarter, put a nickel up it be them n+ggas that’s with you that’s trynna stick you up”

[verse 2: dark diesel]
every time i make a quarter these n+ggas is scared
it costs money for a warrant
i don’t think they compare
when the situation is hairy
i’m spitting out [near?]
with the speed of a cheetah but the mouth of a bear
breaking bones
shaking homes just to get my chips
off with your head, i’m taking domes home to feed my pits
but with it i cl!ck+clack and i jiggity+jack these n+ggas for the better things
[i heard that?] you’re calling them after your wallet
even wedding rings
they live in this lane
dismember your gang
bang, nate
remember my name, still coming with flames
slain rocks the same way that the sling sat
everything black and white in plain view, like i never seen
cops exposed the gun
you pivot and run, drums still will make your knee pop
never sober, pushing ovens over make the street hot
he’s hot
wait
naw somebody better cool me off
d+bowing the block
i’m making n+ggas take they jewelry off
[hook: lon gotti] (x2)
the plug called, cha+ching
it’s time to pick it up
you know me, i hit the block then i triple up
momma said, “anytime you make a quarter, put a nickel up it be them n+ggas that’s with you that’s trynna stick you up”

[verse 3: lon gotti]
facts
if i ever fall back to my last stack
you can bet i’ll bounce back off my last sack
breaking b+tches still feeling like the last mac
tell these hoes give me cash, you don’t get no cash back
i’m abstract, i stash racks, my bag’s packed
always copping more for em on my last pack
them n+ggas don’t got my back, they’ll leave my ass whacked
that’s why i lash first so i ain’t gotta lash back
yeah, i learnt the game at a young age
so i made it my only mission to get dumb pay
f+ck a n+gga, f+ck a b+tch cause they all strays
i’m just trynna count this paper up in all ways
long days
long nights
no sleep
i was on the creep looking for something to eat
everybody claim to be lions but all i see is sheep
everybody team supreme so i’mma be elite
[hook: lon gotti] (x2)
the plug called, cha+ching
it’s time to pick it up
you know me, i hit the block then i triple up
momma said, “anytime you make a quarter, put a nickel up it be them n+ggas that’s with you that’s trynna stick you up

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