Album: High Class Street Music 5: The Plug Best Friend (2015)

The Plug Best Friend

[Verse:]
800 dolla sweats
And some mothafucking Timb boots
I don't fuck with basic hoes they too simple
Work a basic bitch like a pimp do
Now she ain't selling ass, she driving with the gas
Rolled a superman blunt, half cooked half hash
Your bitch wanna ride with me because my car go really fast
Left her now she feeling sad
I'm too busy getting cash
She said where the love at
I said I don't love that
Told her I keep my love the same place I keep my slugs at
Fuck I picked up my phone, where my nigga cause at
Keep a baby bottle like Tommy from the roadrats
Now I ain't got no job like Tommy off of Martin
All we do is smoke weed, fuck, shop and party
Ghetto ass bitch but she swear she a barbie
[?]
Am I bout to bend her over, shit probably
She told me that she got the sloppy
I cooked that bitch like Hibachi
Go to magic city just to eat steak and broccoli
They hating but can't stop me
My side bitch wear [?]
My Mexican girl I call her hot tamale
Fifty p's of strong, got empty apartment
Got married to the streets and [?]
Went and found the plug and turned him into my best friend
I told the plug we to death to us part
Started running the place like Patrick Ewing and John Starks

[Outro:]
Uh huh
It's done
Whole me
Yeah I'm the plug best friend
That's me
Hahahaa
Real nigga shit mane
These niggas don't see me with this shit mane hahaha
Ayyy