CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Plugged Up
You from a block that I ain't never heard of
Try to play with me, it's gon' be a bloody murda
I'm switchin' kit, but you know I gotta keep my burna
I wanna flex lil' b*t*h, I'm the biggest earner
You want the smoke, I got your wish, Timmy Turner
In the trap cooking brick, tell them make their order
I could never fail, got to much weight up on my shoulders
Police buildin' up they cases and they folders
F**k the jakes, you know we ain't catchin' cases
Do the race, these b*t*h n***as ain't seeing faces
We be so neat, removing all traces
Ran it up, got your b*t*h saying I'm a favouritе
Trapstar, Blockstar
Bricks going so fast, NASCAR
Money coming so fast, oh God
21 on your block, white chalk
Thesе bucktees coming back to back, they don't know how to act
give 'em heart attack
B*t*h, I'm out here sellin' crack
My youngings out here movin' packs
Heisenberg up on the pot
We really on that double up, 1-2-2 up in the clutch
Free them Wa**as out them cuffs
N***as are out here sellin' dreams
So when it came up off these fiends, had to get it by any means
100 bands got me lookin' so clean
Balmains, denim jeans, n***a
You from a block that I ain't never heard of
Try to play with me, it's gon' be a bloody murda
I'm switchin' kit, but you know I gotta keep my burna
I wanna flex lil' b*t*h, I'm the biggest earner
You want the smoke, I got your wish, Timmy Turner
In the trap cooking brick, tell them make their order
I could never fail, got to much weight up on my shoulders
Police buildin' up they cases and they folders
Try to play with me, it's gon' be a bloody murda
I'm switchin' kit, but you know I gotta keep my burna
I wanna flex lil' b*t*h, I'm the biggest earner
You want the smoke, I got your wish, Timmy Turner
In the trap cooking brick, tell them make their order
I could never fail, got to much weight up on my shoulders
Police buildin' up they cases and they folders
F**k the jakes, you know we ain't catchin' cases
Do the race, these b*t*h n***as ain't seeing faces
We be so neat, removing all traces
Ran it up, got your b*t*h saying I'm a favouritе
Trapstar, Blockstar
Bricks going so fast, NASCAR
Money coming so fast, oh God
21 on your block, white chalk
Thesе bucktees coming back to back, they don't know how to act
give 'em heart attack
B*t*h, I'm out here sellin' crack
My youngings out here movin' packs
Heisenberg up on the pot
We really on that double up, 1-2-2 up in the clutch
Free them Wa**as out them cuffs
N***as are out here sellin' dreams
So when it came up off these fiends, had to get it by any means
100 bands got me lookin' so clean
Balmains, denim jeans, n***a
You from a block that I ain't never heard of
Try to play with me, it's gon' be a bloody murda
I'm switchin' kit, but you know I gotta keep my burna
I wanna flex lil' b*t*h, I'm the biggest earner
You want the smoke, I got your wish, Timmy Turner
In the trap cooking brick, tell them make their order
I could never fail, got to much weight up on my shoulders
Police buildin' up they cases and they folders
