The Plug Letra

Work for 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 gon' take 'em down
I call Omelly bring them shooters, we gon' lay em down
He said he coming and he coming in with 80 pound
We finna line a nigga up and we gon' 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 'prolly 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

(Interlude)
Aye Pac man what's the deal, man? It's Omelly, what's poppin'?
What's up cool?
Ain't shit, chilling. Ey look though, I got this thing for us.
Get the fuck outta here, what's the score?
80 joints, nigga
80 jooooints?
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!

(Verse 2: Omelly)
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 gon' 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 slidin' 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 gon' take him for what he worth

(Interlude)
These fuckin mamarichos (mamabitchos)
These fuckin cocksuckers!
What’s up Papi? Talk to me
They tryin to set me up ah? Cool
They tryin 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
Agreed
One more thing
Just smell OMD
Alrighty baby, let’s get it

(Verse 3: Young Breed)
Load up the AK and the mothafucka 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 ‘cus they gon let em rain
SK’s I just grind last month nigga
My new shooter ain’t prayed in a month nigga
Got me just a little more, just 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 droppin 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 (Matalo!)