Berner - The Plug lyrics

[Intro: Wiz] Berner what up n***a It's that Urban Farmer sh** It's that driving slow in a fast car Burning weed A zip underneath the seat Uh, uh, uh [Verse 1: Wiz] I’m, drinking two bottles at the same damn time Placing orders and can’t even finish all of it No phone in my loop, no holes in my crew No cause in my chain, my car got no roof Them riders with me everywhere and all of them shoot Probably heard some things about me, man and all of them true About how we came from nothing to something n***as eased up in the game, I just jumped in I was 16, selling CD's and hustlin' Had to learn f** n***as, not to trust em' Made a way, so now they’re treating me like royalty And f** the money n***as riding over loyalty But when it come to money, I’m all about it so to speak Put on for my dogs, do anything for my queen Four hours rest, I’m living the dream Wake up to marble on the floor, heated toilet seats I’m balling hard, you should enjoy the seats I bet this hundred thousand cash, ensure your belief That if you work hard then this is what you could earn As the kush burn, uh, uh, uh [Verse 2: Berner] I'm fresh picked from the hills, red eight inch heels On my new b**h, she brought me all big face bills And my Chevrolet dizzy, you don't know how it feels To lose a mil in two months, sh**s way to real I saw my mom last night, one hell of a dream She told me keep your head up, and follow your dream Empty bottles of lean, and white cups in the hand Looking half dead sad, but I don’t try to understand I rock Louis cause I can, I brought 84 grams And only f** with b**hes that put money in my hands I’m playing hundred dollar hands, 20k at the Palms I drink, all day long and throw some dank in the bong My whips too clean, I bet they hate that I ball I throw two shots back, without a chaser at all I let the stones in my pinky ring talk for me dog And I don’t talk numbers with random cats in the club I throw a fifty pack on the back of the truck And get a crazy rush when I get to wrapping them up No fingerprints, bought a fresh package of gloves I’m blowing bud in the club, come f** with the plug [Verse 3: Berner] I stay mind f**ing b**hes, baby give me the cash I’m still haunted by my past, bullets shattered the gla** Them shells on the floor caught up with ‘em fast I’m watching time fly, the coke tucked tight in the stash My old head told me slow down before I crash I try to listen, but I’m living like tonight is my last And my all black fit, drunk and ready to shoot In the coupe so dope, I don’t know what to do And the crib so big, I can’t get to my room I crashed out on the couch, in my jeans and my shoes Drinking booze in the afternoon, smoking on hash Two hits of the dab, boy I’m gone off wax Cartier frames and my 501's I’m in the slums with a millionaire, high and drunk They try to stay tied in with the high end plug I’m like a king with this weed b**h, I am bud Six slugs in my 38, I told little momma go and get her money straight I told Wiz break the weed down and roll up a shamess and watch Fools run away when we finally blaze it I’m so high