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Jose the Plug
Man

My dog just caught the bag
I ain't runnin' from the grams
You got that internet beef
You went straight to the Gram
Pussy nigga got shot and he ran to the Gram
If I get shot
I'ma shoot 'til it jam in my hand
You in your phone all day
Ain't makin' no bands
I told my lil' dog
Count it as fast as he can
Soon as he run
It's off with his head
I need that bag and your life
Like fuck is you sayin'?

Like I'm that one nigga
Fuck the other side
Percocet and new Patek made me come alive
Like how you bomin' Game?
I got the chop on me
Ooh I got the drop on him
JJ up the Glock on him

Man, I got to sneak it in this party
Pocket rocket on me
My baby meet you on the side
Chris Rock face
Boy, I can see the whole field right off Barlow
I know they tried to slide 'cause his car out

Big brick of white look like Brock Lesnar
Got tester
Slidin' everywhere because I'm off tether
I might fuck a Cardi B
Rucci's offsettin'
Diamonds wet
Look like pee, scuba R. Kelly

Man, I might sing for the pussy just like R. Kelly
I told her pull up to club icky
I'ma change the weather
I got her out her Vickys
She want lick me, let up
We been in and out them wars
I swear we need some medals

I ain't never had time for no arguments
Big ass shotgun
Look like Lauri Markkanen
Tula got the ten
AR with the cartridges
Moncler, Rollie arm
Wear it as my starter kit

Do you believe in my dreams like Coretta bitch?
Don't let him come in that dodo
We measuring
This lil bitch like Keisha Cole
Dog she heaven-sent
Draco lay low and get them extras then

Get to preachin' to you niggas like I'm Malcolm X
And we got product everywhere
Just took it out the press
She hit the road with my load
Took it out her dress
She turn me on
Now I wanna do it
I'm lit, in a foreign whip
Auntie got a script
I'ma flip the bitch
Sweet chin music
Watch me kickin' shit
Yes I can move it
I be whippin' it
I will pull my gun and get ignorant
I will fuck the party up with my dance moves
I wanna take me a trip out to Cancun
But I gotta sit still 'til this bag move
Domo arigato, Mr. Robot-o
If he know like I know
My niggas we got those
Drums with the hollows
Drugs in my poncho
I been wanting big bands since a snot nose

The bag, it's all firmer than my MT
Hitters they some gremlins
The narcs hit the block
Still gon' hit the fence in my Timberlands
The smoke on the floor
Alright inhale it then
The way you talk you need a show
David Letterman
Ballerina all on it, it's not sellin', damn
I called my baby with the quizy
Ain't gotta touch my hands
I know some young niggas really eatin' in the ten
All this blood from the streets
I need to wash my hands
You never know who out to get you
Better watch your mans
Before you get to blowing cheese
Better make a plan
First night again
It wasn't in her plans
Bougie told me fuck the city, bro
We want the rest
Who gon' be there in the end
All this shit a test
All my old hoes say I still hit it the best
Get your mans dog
I heard his watch it tick tick