Berner - The Plug Lyrics
[Intro]Berner, what up, nigga?It's that urban farmer shitStart driving slow in a fast carBurn the weed, and zip underneath the sea, the seaOh, oh, oh[Verse 1]I'm drinking two bottles at the same damn timePlacing artists and can't even finish all of itNo fruit in my loop, no hoes in my crewNo pause in my chain, my car got no roofThem riders with me everywhere and all of them shootProbably heard some things about me man ain't all of them trueBut how we came from nothing to somethingNiggers eased up in the game, I just jumped inOur 16, selling cds and hustlingHad the mother *****er niggas, not the trustingMade the way, so now they're treating me like royaltyAnd ***** the money, niggas riding over loyaltyBut when it come to money, I'm all about it so to speakBut all for my dogs, I'd do anything for my queenFour eyes rest I'm living the dreamWake up the marble on the floor, heated toilet seatsI'm balling hard, you should enjoy the seatsI bet this hundred thousand cash is all you believeThen if you work hard, then this is what you could earn,As the kush burns, oh, oh, oh[Verse 2]Fresh peek from the hills, red eight inch heelsAnd my new *****, she brought me up big face billsAnd my chevrolet dizzy, you all know how it feelsTo lose a mil two months, shit's way to real!I saw my mom last night one hell of a dreamShe told me keep your head up and follow your dreamEmpty bottles of lean and white cups in the handLooking half dead zebra, I don't try to understandI brought louis cause I can, I brought 84 gramsAnd only ***** the *****es that put money in my handI'm playing hundred dollar hands 24k at the palmsAnd drink all day, long and throw some dank in the barAnd my whip is too clean, I bet they're hating the barI throw two shots back without chasing it allI let the stones in my pinky ring talk for me, dogAnd I don't talk numbers with random cats in the clubI throw fifty pack on the back of the truckAnd get a crazy rush when I get to rap in the mudNo fingerprints, bought a fresh package of glovesI'm blowing bud in the club, come ***** with the plug[Verse 3]I stay mother *****ing *****es, baby give me the cashI'm still haunted by my past, bullets shuddered the glassThem shells on the floor, caught up with 'em fastI'm watching time flying coat tuck tight in this stashMy own hand told me slow down for a crashI'm trying to listen, but I'm living like tonight is my lastAnd my own black fist drinking ready to shootAnd the coop is so dough, I don't know what to doAnd the crib is so big, I can't get to my roomI crashed out on the couch, and my jeans and my shoesDrinking booze in the afternoon, smoking on hashTwo hits of the deck but I'm going off racksCartier frames and my five o onesI'm in the slums with the millionaire, high and drunkThey try to stay tight in with the high unpluggedI'm like a king with his weed *****, I am butSix slugs in my 38, I told lil momma go and get our money straightI told Wiz break the weed down and I roll up a shamelessAnd watch fools run away when we finally blaze itI'm so high!
