Fligga & Anonomys Flint - Plug

Move the base, Aaron Judge, my Mexican plug
It is what it was, get hit with a slug
Gerber jar, we're mixed for the drugs
42 for you cuz, safe under the rug
This Trey Pound, the size of a pug nigga
Culinary turn the pots off if they cop soft
Feens love to smoke before the pop loss
Move through these hundreds, spending money
like it's nothing
I nicknamed the new work concussion
You can't smoke with an empty stomach
We got everything, place the onions
That's the plan, bro, we on to something
If it ain't about paper, then what we discussing
Scratch that, move this weight, I keep the car running
You need people like me, yeah you do
Tell the plug I'm the outlet, big Fligga
If anything go down, it's just me and my Trey Pound
Uh, do what you do, then you keep it moving
I copped two pounds off the breakdown
They like the best of both worlds, that's the boy girl
Rolled up in white paper, marijuana gave it flavor
Move right, I saw 12 in a silver Taurus
Creeping past the double building
Palms itching, that's the money feeling
I like to cook, but with sexual healing
I made love to the work, and tucked it all in her purse
Oversized Rhude tee, $700 a shirt, nigga
If followed trends, I was pricing a Benz
The new Maybach truck, I make it matte green
Cash rules, everything around me
Queens get the money, let me serve these junkies

Written by:
John Dozier

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