I finessed the plug, I got extra drugs I thought you fucked with me, Gucci, where's the love? The more niggas you bring, the more heads we bust I suggest you niggas don't fuck with us If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you I suggest that you

Sniper Gang, John Wicks Homie, you can't hang with my klik You can't spark my flame 'cause I'm lit I might snatch ya chain and ya bitch Plugoz on the beat and I'm killin' it Damn who make this beat, cuz I'm stealin' it Thinking when I ain't had shit They

I don't even understand how the fuck my plug talk (huh? what, what?) Pick him up in a space coupe, I don't let my plug walk (skrrt, pull up in a space coupe) New freak, had to cut my other lil' bitch off (ooh, ooh, lil' bitch) 50K, you could come and

The bleeding The screaming, was tearing me apart I'm better off without you and you're better off without me The beatings I remember when all the games began

Let the only sound Be the overflow Lay me down Pockets full of stones Time it took us To where the water was That's what the water gave me And time goes quicker Between the two of us

Slim shit, look like Draya Michele I been goin' crazy, givin' 'em hell She ain't tryna go with me, I'ma pay her I crush a lot, baby girl, I'm a player Connect the dots then I plug up the scale If we get caught, they gon' give me the chair Fuck the law,

I don't even understand how the fuck my plug talk (huh? what, what?) Pick him up in a space coupe, I don't let my plug walk (skrrt, pull up in a space coupe) New freak, had to cut my other lil' bitch off (ooh, ooh, lil' bitch) Fifty K, you could come and

Today I killed, he was just a boy Eight before him, I knew them all In the fields a dying oath: I´d kill them all to save my own Cut me free, Bleed with me, Oh no One by one, We will fall, down down Pull the plug, End the pain, Run´n fight for life

Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace Versace, Versace Medusa head on me like I'm 'Luminati I know that you like it Versace, my neck and my wrist is so sloppy I love it, Versace the top of my Audi My plug, he John

And it makes me so angry I can feel your body When I'm lying in bed There's too much confusion Going around through my head To know that the flame still burns Why can't I get over? When will I ever learn?