[Hook: Big Flock]
The plug he called my phone like what you want
I told him I'm down bad I need a front
He said sure nuff' Glocka, what you need
I said something that's gonna get me on my feet
He said okay cool, it's on the way
The mail say it's gonna be there in a day
Since that day, young n***a got back on his shit
And I never called the plug back ever since

[Verse 1: Shabazz]
(Rest in peace bob, Free lil mar)
(Soon he might hop out the car)
(Shabazz n***a)
PBG band up got grams up
AR lay em' flat just like a plasma
Smoking OG on moon rocks got asthma
Your bitch on my dick I just passed her
Lil D he might crash in your bitch
I got that gas I don't work my wrist
Too much clientele, Ion' give a fuck bout' a bitch
Too many shooters, Ion' give a fuck bout' a diss
Free Lil Mar, swear he innocent
After I make this hit Imma fuck ya bitch
Sipping Codeine no ace of spade
I got this shit off a bag of shake
Buss down that swag and I make some plays
Gas coming in every day
Oh that's your bitch I been smash that
Bombs in my trap just like it's Baghdad
My n***as and your n***as different
My n***as hitting
Them n***as missing
Dog tryna bite I need to walk it
Call duffle bag and start an auction
N***as stealing swag like we golfing
AR pistol put em' in a coffin

[Hook: Big Flock]
The plug he called my phone like what you want
I told him I'm down bad I need a front
He said sure nuff' Glocka, what you need
I said something that's gonna get me on my feet
He said okay cool, it's on the way
The mail say it's gonna be there in a day
Since that day, young n***a got back on his shit
And I never called the plug back ever since

[Verse 2: Q Da Fool]
(Huh?)(Hello?)
(Q Da Fool) (PBG)
I just came home to a Ruger
Bout to beat the case and then Imma run away
Not with the talking, I just let this 100 spray
Hollow tips flying so pussy boy go away
I walked in the club with the heat
I go see the plug in a week
My brother a shooter, yeah he a creep
Free Lil Mar yeah he a G
I just seen the opps like what you want?
Imma go back in the car and grab the pump
And fuck you mean pussies getting killed for free
You better not stutter when I ask you "what you need?"
None of your shooters got bodies
They ship my lil shooter out Cali
He cooling with Crips and Bloods
I'm cooling with robbers and plugs
Boogie work out with the draco
My shooter shoot 5 like he maino
My shooter shoot shots when I say so
I just made straight beat the case doe
My robbers hop out and they take everything
Catch a fuck n***a he take everything
Not spending no bands on no wedding ring
Imma just cop a new 50 piece
Curb service come get 50 pills
Good molly gas in a vacuum seal
If the numbers low Imma tax him still
My lil brother locked up this shit real

[Hook: Big Flock]
The plug he called my phone like what you want
I told him I'm down bad I need a front
He said sure nuff' Glocka, what you need
I said something that's gonna get me on my feet
He said okay cool, it's on the way
The mail say it's gonna be there in a day
Since that day, young n***a got back on his shit
And I never called the plug back ever since