Текст Fredo Santana – Rob My Plug

Intro:
Fredo Kruger!

Hook x2: Fredo Santana
I’m abouta rob my plug, take his ass down,

Verse 1: Fredo Santana
Trapper of the year, bitch I can’t stop trappin’,
Weed so stanky, you can smell it through the pack,
Put it in the pot, then I pack it in the plastic,
Crack doing numbers clucka say I got magic,
But if you run up on me then, it’s gonna be a tragic,
Them bullets get to flyin’, couple bodies and a casket,
A fiend for that money, I swear I’m an addict,
Wherever it’s at, when I see it, I just grab it
The 30 that I’m packin’, rob me, it ain’t happen
Now you on the news for this.40 that I’m blastin’,
My plug, he be taxin’, but I’m a set him up,
Have my killas in his house, whoever they see, they wettin’ up

Hook

Verse 2: Fredo Santana
My trap don’t slow up, supplyin’ ’til they stop us,
Hop out, nigga, we ain’t servin’, unless your car parked
Bitches see me starstruck, niggas wanna play tough,
Actin’ like they want war, this ‘K will tear your face off,
Last week robbed the kush man, this week rob the dope man,
Heard you holdin’ work man, get your ass poked, fam.
Thinkin’ this is your fam, then I kick your door in,
Everybody on the ground — Ballout bring them ropes in!

Hook