The Plug Best Friend

Ay, what you smokin' on, bruh?

Ay, what you smokin' on, bruh?

(OG) Let me hit that

Eight-hundred dollar sweatsuit (Okay)

And some motherfuckin' Timb boots (Swag)

I don't fuck with basic hoes, they too simple (I can't do it)

Work a basic bitch like a pimp do (Bitch, please)

Nah, she ain't sellin' ass, she drivin' with the gas

Rolled a Superman blunt, half-cookie, half-hash

Your bitch love to ride with me because my car go really fast

Left her, now she feelin' sad, I'm too busy gettin' cash

She said, "Where the love at?" (What?) I said I don't love back

(Who's that?)

Told her I keep my love the same place I keep my slugs at

Fuck all that, picked up my phone, where my **** cuz at?

(Cuz, where you at?)

Keep a baby bottle like Tommy from the Rugrats

Now I ain't got no job, like Tommy off of Martin (Nah)

All we do is smoke weed, fuck, shop, and party (Party)

Ghetto ass bitch, but she swear that she a Barbie (Bitch, please)

4 a.m., she lurkin' in my hotel lobby

Am I about to bend her over? Shit, probably (Might as well, bruh)

She told me that she got that schloppy (Ha ha, ay, pull up)

I cooked that bitch like Hibachi (Ay)

Go to Magic City just to eat steak and broccoli (Yup)

Uh, they hatin', but they can't stop me

Uh, my side bitches wear Cavalli (Uh-huh)

My Mexican girl, I call her hot tamale

Fifty p's of strong in the empty apartment (Whoa)

Got married to the streets and Fizzle was the best man (I do)

Went and found the plug and turned him to my best friend

(Man, we best friends)

I told the plug we till death do us part (Forever)

Started runnin' plays like Patrick Ewing and John Starks (Uh-huh)

It's Dolph

Who, me?

Yeah, I'm the plug best friend

That's me

Yeah, that's my best friend

Yeah, that man

Real **** shit, man

These **** don't see me with this shit, man

Ay