BERNER - The Plug lyrics

rate me

Berner, what up, nigga?

Start...farmer shit

Start driving slow in a fast car

Burn the weed, and zip underneath the sea, the sea

Oh, oh, oh

I'm drinking two bottles at the same damn time

Placing artists and can't even finish all of it

No... in my loop, no hoes in my crew

No pause in my chain, my car got no roof

Them riders with me everywhere and all of them shoot

Probably heard some things about me... all from truth

But how we came from nothing to something

Niggers eased up in the game, I just jumped in

Our 16, selling CDs and hustling

Had the mother fucker niggas, not the trusting

Made the way, so now they're treating me like royalty

And fuck the money, niggas riding over loyalty

But when it come to money, I'm all about it so to speak

But all for my dogs, the winning thing for my thing

For our eyes left I'm living the dream

Wake up the marble on the floor, hit the toilet seats

I'm balling hard, you should enjoy the seats

I bet this hundred thousand cash is all you believe

Then if you work hard, then this is what you could earn,

as the Cush burns, oh, oh, oh

Fresh peek from the hills, red ..and chills

And my new bitch, she brought me up big face bills

And my Chevrolet dizzy, you all know how it feels

To lose a mil two months, she's way to real!

I saw my mom last night one hell of a dream

She told me keep your head up and follow your dream

Empty bottles of... and white cups in the hand

Looking half dead zebra, I don't try to understand

I brought Louis cause I can, I brought 84 grams

And only fuck the bitches that put money in my hand

I'm planning hundred dollar grams and... the proms

And drink all day, long and threw some... in the...

And my whip is too clean, I bet they're hating the bar

I throw two shots back without chasing it all

I let the stones in my pinky ring talk for me, dog

And I don't talk numbers with random cats in the club

I throw fifty pack on the back of the track

And get a crazy rush when I get to rap in the mud

No fingerprints, bought a fresh package of gloves

I'm blowing bud in the club, come fuck with the plug

I stay mother fucking bitches, baby give me the cash

I'm still hundred by my past, bullets shuddered the glass

Them shells on the floor, caught up with 'em fast

I'm watching time flying.. cold tight in this stash

My own hand told me slow down for a crash

I'm trying to listen, but I'm living like tonight is my last

And my own black fist drinking ready to shoot

And the coop is so dough, I don't know what to do

And the crib is so big, I can't get to my room

I crashed out on the couch, and my jeans and my shoes

Drinking booze in the afternoon, smoking on hash

Two hits of the... but I'm going off racks

Cartier..and my fiber ones

I'm in the slums with the millionaire, high and drunk

They try to stay tight in with the high unplugged

I'm like a king with his weed bitch, I am but

Six slugs in my 38, I told lil momma go and get our money straight

I told ..break the weed and I brought up the shame...

Fools wanna play when we finally place them

I'm so high!