Meek Mill

Meek Mill - The Plug lyrics

rate me

Word to myself, man I don’t let ‘em see the master in me

Load my 30, leave the crib and bring that choppa with me

I run them streets and make it home soon as my momma hit me

Put my son to sleep and right back to the drama quickly

Papi said he got them bricks and we gonna take 'em down

I call Omelly bring them shooters, we gonna lay ‘em down

He said he coming and he coming in with 80 pound

We finna line a nigga up and we gonna take 'em down

Hello, dimelo

Papi, where you at? El Camino

He said it's in and I'm like Papi bring the set

He brought his shooter, I'mma probably bring the MAC

I spent my money on a lawyer and it's time to get it back

I got niggas in the bushes and they lurking

Young niggas barely legal but they murking

I hit them with the Desert Eagle and it's curtains

I'mma shoot him in his head ‘cause I heard that nigga working

Pac man what's the deal, man? It's Omelly, what's popping?

What's up cool?

Ain't shit, chilling, hey, look though, I got this thing for us

Get the fuck outta here, what's the score?

80 joints, nigga

80 joints?

Let me connect, man

Get the fuck outta here, Papi

Yeah man, let’s bring the ladders, man

Are you kidding me? Say no more man, I'm on my way

Riding four deep, on my way to Meek

Said he got a lick for us, know this nigga sweet

Said he got 80 jawns, who to call but me?

So I called my dogs ‘cause my dogs gotta eat

Let him off the leash now it's time to fetch

Got MacDonald’s money but I'm tryna eat Felipe’s

Tired of all this drought shit, this broke shit ain't me

If this thing go right, it's gonna put me on my feet, where I need to be

I ain't lying Meek, this nigga move, I'm leaving it

I got some loose cannons and they all agreeing with me

Black glove, black hoodies, I brought the team with me

Black strap, MAC shit, brought the machines with me

Now we sliding down the North, the 23rd inverse ‘cause Papi he got that work

Young hitters they with me, they tryna murk

I just tell them chill, we gonna take him for what he worth

These fucking mamarichos

These fucking cocksuckers

What’s up Papi? Talk to me

They tryin to set me up, ah? Cool

They try to take my gold

Well, no Papi, not today

I need you here

It’s too easy

I have a ticket waiting for you in Miami International


One more thing

Just smell OMD

Alrighty baby, let’s get it

Load up the AK and the motherfucking MAC-11

Hundred thangs to a dope boy, fucking blessing

Hit up Boobie told him meet me on 183rd

Funny how 187 get your boy hundred burst

Bang, dead, county niggas ain't a game

We call 'em snitch snitch ‘cause they gonna let ‘em rain

SK’s I just grind last month, nigga

My new shooter ain’t prayed in a month, nigga

Got the devil in a molly, know it N1’s

Told ‘em bring back all the paper and the 10 tons

See them boys selling dope just a day job

But dropping bodies how they really pay them bills boy

So Papi how you want it? Body bag, closed cat

Keep it clean, let ‘em live

Bring back all that dope and cash

Paper right on sight, boy that’s how it go

Tell ‘em how you want it, Papi


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