Tommy & Ghost - The Plug, 67, Lil Bibby

Anywhere man spot them man, man drill it and go

Two man, two waps in black on wass, me and bro like Tommy and Ghost

Big racks, big waps, we ain’t gotta talk too much, they know

And she just wanna walk with a thug for expensive meals and shisha smoke

Anywhere man spot them man, man drill it and go

Two man, two waps in black on wass, me and bro like Tommy and Ghost

Big racks, big waps, we ain’t gotta talk too much, they know

And she just wanna walk with a thug for expensive meals and shisha smoke

They’re like «Dima, when you gonna cut down smoking?"Can't smoke too much

They’re like «when will the Sixty’s cut down drilling?"Cah we drill too much

Poles, dingers, we bought too much, feds done a sweep, someone talks too much

Hoes on my case tryna do too much and niggas get shot cah they talk too much

Me, Money and Liquez stepped out drippy, stop it, they shine too much

Bro was in the jail when he lost his tizzy, cah he fights too much

I be smoking Cali, thinking about this money I’m getting, it’s never enough

Feds on my case and they’re stressing all on my dreads, I’m having enough

Don’t get me started on these streets, better think twice when it’s Liquez

Don’t care how much they rob of you, you know I’m still gonna back my beef

Really rise that shit, take you off your feet

Them man just giving us 'nuff verbal, we give action, we don’t speak

I spent 50 hundred on my teeth, I don’t wanna hear, your talk is cheap

And the weed I’m smoking’s strong, you wanna smoke this 'cause your weed is weak

Bored of the, I’ma cop me a buss down Patek Philippe

Drip too hard, you’ll remember me, now these fuck boys wanna put an end to me

You can try your luck with this skeng on me

Look, ay

These niggas be talking like game but really they lame forreal

My youngens’ll blow out his brains, they just want a name forreal

Popping on percs, I got pain to kill, smoking on dope, you need saving forreal

None of jewellery is stainless steel, cop me a bullet proof Range forreal

I’m gonna do some shit, I might just load up the Glock and go ludicrous

Niggas be talking 'bout murdering but they know we the ones doing it

I just might fuck on your bitch, I just hit her one time and I’m through with it

He wanna fight but I’m shootin' it, use your head before I put two in it

Skrrt, bang, bang, bang, that’s a couple shots on your blizzack

Why the opps dem so chatty?

It was us man that brought the mizz out

Know the consequences for coming 'round, you’re tark boy, you better sit down

Before the A team fucking skid round

Couple man wanna flex with gang, you weren’t with us shooting in the gym now

Stuff on the tips and the spin now, just incase the gang gotta spin now

Young juggin' niggas, we drip now, Jordans on my feet, look how we jibs now

Should’ve went Cali if you wanted smoke, been wapped up since we been out

I got girls on my iPhone calling to bone

Same time I got cats on my brick phone calling for stones

Pussy don’t pay so I told her no

I’m miles away with a pack, yeah, I’m trappin' far from home

Two L’s with the gang, or I might catch a opp on my own

Savage life that I live, the life that I live is too real

How many times did guys try dash, but they don’t make that run

And their blood gets spilled

Anywhere man spot them man, man drill it and go

Two man, two waps in black on wass, me and bro like Tommy and Ghost

Big racks, big waps, we ain’t gotta talk too much, they know

And she just wanna walk with a thug for expensive meals and shisha smoke

Anywhere man spot them man, man drill it and go

Two man, two waps in black on wass, me and bro like Tommy and Ghost

Big racks, big waps, we ain’t gotta talk too much, they know

And she just wanna walk with a thug for expensive meals and shisha smoke