The Plug - Meek Mill/Omelly/Young Breed

Word to myself

Man I don't let 'em see the master in me

Load my 30

Leave the crib and bring that choppa with me

I run them streets

And make it home soon as my momma hit me

Put my son to sleep

And right back to the drama quickly

Papi said he got them bricks

And we gonna take 'em down

I call Omelly bring them shooters

We gonna lay 'em down

He said he coming

And he coming in with 80 pound

We finna line a ni**a up

And we gonna take 'em down

Hello dimelo

Papi where you at El Camino

He said it's in

And I'm like Papi bring the set

He brought his shooter

I'mma probably bring the MAC

I spent my money on a lawyer

And it's time to get it back

I got niggas in the bushes and they lurking

Young niggas barely legal but they murking

I hit them with the Desert Eagle and it's curtains

I'mma shoot him in his head

'Cause I heard that ni**a working

Pac man what's the deal man

It's Omelly what's popping

What's up cool

Ain't sh*t chilling

Hey look though I got this thing for us

Get the f**k outta here what's the score

80 joints ni**a

80 joints

Let me connect man

Get the f**k outta here Papi

Yeah man let's bring the ladders man

Are you kidding me

Say no more man I'm on my way

Riding four deep on my way to Meek

Said he got a lick for us

Know this ni**a sweet

Said he got 80 jawns

Who to call but me

So I called my dogs 'cause my dogs gotta eat

Let him off the leash

Now it's time to fetch

Got MacDonald's money

But I'm tryna eat Felipe's

Tired of all this drought sh*t

This broke sh*t ain't me

If this thing go right

It's gonna put me on my feet

Where I need to be

I ain't lying Meek

This ni**a move I'm leaving it

I got some loose cannons

And they all agreeing with me

Black glove black hoodies

I brought the team with me

Black strap MAC sh*t

Brought the machines with me

Now we sliding down the North

The 23rd inverse 'cause Papi he got that work

Young hitters they with me they tryna murk

I just tell them chill

We gonna take him for what he worth

These f**king mamarichos

These f**king cocksuckers

What's up Papi Talk to me

They tryin to set me up ah Cool

They try to take my gold

Well no Papi not today

I need you here

It's too easy

I have a ticket waiting

For you in Miami International

Agreed

One more thing

Just smell OMD

Alrighty baby let's get it

Load up the AK and the motherf**king MAC-11

Hundred thangs to a d**e boy f**king blessing

Hit up Boobie told him meet me on 183rd

Funny how 187 get your boy hundred burst

Bang dead county niggas ain't a game

We call 'em snitch snitch

'Cause they gonna let 'em rain

SK's I just grind last month ni**a

My new shooter ain't prayed in a month ni**a

Got the devil in a molly know it N1's

Told 'em bring back all the paper and the 10 tons

See them boys selling d**e just a day job

But dropping bodies

How they really pay them bills boy

So Papi how you want it

Body bag closed cat

Keep it clean let 'em live

Bring back all that d**e and cash

Paper right on sight boy that's how it go

Tell 'em how you want it Papi

Matalo