Текст wifisfuneral – Only In The Plug Trust

Only in the fucking plug I trust
Only in the fucking plug I trust
Only in the fucking plug I trust
Only in the fucking plug I trust

Just copped a zip & its startin to get buck
There’s no faith in religion, only in these drugs do we trust
Ride round my city ain’t shit looking pretty «wassup!»
Puffin on this dank with yo bitch in my tub
Hop out the whip just to go cop some drugs
We sold all them xanny’s for 7, all the banks know what’s up
No handshakes to a fuck nigga, they be snitchin to the opps on the low, actin a fool on them pills, yeah a nigga rollin up
Only in the fucking plug I trust
Only in the fucking plug I trust
Only in the fucking plug I trust
Only in the fucking plug I trust
Only in the fucking plug I trust
Only in the fucking plug I trust

What it do lil woadie? Cop a tool lil woadie
Please don’t panic, hit that switch & catch yo ass in traffic
Its tragic, it happens, we gon light up that blunt, mixin codeine & we relaxin, puffin on () with a sack, back to back
Now not ever will you fuckin catch me lackin
Speak on that issue with me, while I’m smokin & puffin on weed
Catch me rollin down I-95, smokin fire
With a bad yellow broad, ass fatter than the barre
Pop blue, yellow, white, green, xannies with a perc then I’m gone, since the age of 13, all I wanted was a QP, & a fuckin pint of lean, & a chevy sittin on dubs, fuck nigga I need a whip lookin clean, south border forever nigga… & you can bet ya ass I love it, smokin on that potent with yo bitch out in public, fire up the work now a nigga feelin blunted, last year all them old hoes called a nigga ugly, () & now all them hoes wanna fuck me, Ain’t never been a pussy nigga, that’s why I ain’t got no time for discussin, if it ain’t about the profit, we send em home to his loved ones, we ain’t fuckin around with nothin, & mag’s got a nine, with the extendo he bussin, make you lean with it rock with it, got your shoulder blades and your jaw touchin, «oh I’m from palm beach nigga you ain’t know?», I’m from the place where the palm trees grow, & the pussy niggas fold, get your ass caught in traffic, they gon have to let you go, (…)

Just copped a zip & its startin to get buck
There’s no faith in religion, only in these drugs do we trust
Ride round my city ain’t shit looking pretty «wassup!»
Puffin on this dank with yo bitch in my tub
Hop out the whip just to go cop some drugs