PAROLES
[Intro: Kenny Allstar & M24]
Uh
It’s The Plug
Get back
Ayy
Uh
Carry on chattin’, tell the boys, “Carry on chattin'”
I jeeted my mans mrs
But we still act like nuttin’ ain’t happen
Do a man live, come back to the ends
And act like nuttin’ ain’t happen
We got the whole thing patterned
I don’t even know how this whole thing happened (Lekaa beats)
[Chorus: M24 & Fivio Foreign]
Gettin’ cashin’ (Woah, ayy)
Into fashion (Ayy, ayy, hey)
I still run man down in my jones
And do it with a passion (Grrt, baow)
Never lackin’ (Never)
The GBGs too active (Too active, baow)
‘Bout five of us in a three-door whip with some fuck-off ratchets (Ayy, ayy)
Gettin’ cashin’ (Ayy)
Into fashion (Ayy, ayy, hey)
I still run man down in my jones
And do it with a passion (Grrt, baow, yes)
Never lackin’ (Never, nah)
The GBGs too active (Too active, active)
‘Bout five of us in a three-door whip (Ayy, ayy) with some fuck-off ratchets (Ayy)
[Verse 1: M24]
My yardie one’s got the maddest back
But it looks even better when she makes that clap
I remember pushbike days (Yes)
We was tryna out with that pack (I was)
Now I got a buss down chain (Yes)
Diamonds don’t need no flash (Bling)
We got Rollies, they got Cartis
Might as well throw that shit in the trash (Bin that)
Do it on my J’s like Hus (Hus)
Pull up over there, they duss (They duss)
Sweet one want a piece of me, of course
She sayin’ that I make her blush (Uh)
I can’t burn out all options (Nope, nope)
Gettin’ rich is a must (Trust)
Do it, don’t ’cause no fuss, buss
Now they all think I’m buss
[Chorus: M24 & Fivio Foreign]
Gettin’ cashin’ (Woah, ayy)
Into fashion (Ayy, ayy, drip)
I still run man down in my jones (Hey, hey)
And do it with a passion (Grrt, baow)
Never lackin’ (Never)
The GBGs too active (Too active, baow)
‘Bout five of us in a three-door whip with some fuck-off ratchets (Ayy, ayy)
Gettin’ cashin’ (Ayy)
Into fashion (Ayy, ayy, hey)
I still run man down in my jones
And do it with a passion (Grrt, baow, yes)
Never lackin’ (Never, nah)
The GBGs too active (Too active, active)
‘Bout five of us in a three-door whip (Ayy, ayy) with some fuck-off ratchets (Ayy, baow, look, baow)
[Verse 2: Fivio Foreign]
Baskets (Baskets)
Shoot good, you get drafted (Grrt, baow, baow)
Uh, what’s crackin’? (What’s crackin’?)
I want whatever you jackin’ (I am, baow, baow)
I need forty for the backend
You don’t want me to have it?
Give this shit back then (Nah)
Big drip, when I hit ’em, I’m splashin’ (When I hit ’em, I’m splashin’)
All black when I’m backin’ (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Floor it (Skrrt), new car (New car), foreign (Foreign, ayy)
I’m in the air, soarin’ (I am)
Somebody put me in orbit (Ayy, ayy)
Look, I ain’t with none of the fraud shit (Nah)
I play the game and none of ’em forfeit
They was lookin’ for a bluff (They was)
But they could call it, they couldn’t call it (Ayy, ayy)
Uh, it’s me (Me), Fivi (Fivi)
Too hot (Too hot), Takis (Takis)
They can’t (They can’t), find me (Find me)
But I’m prolly with all of them thotties (Ayy, ayy)
They try to tell ’em to rob me (They try to tell ’em to rob me)
Uh, yeah, yeah, if I call the killers, they comin’ for bodies (Grrat)
I give ’em hope (I give ’em hope)
Uh, look, I’m on my way to the vote (Yeah, yeah)
I’ma need forty a show, huh (Yeah, yeah)
All these diamonds on my throat, uh (Yeah, ayy)
Look, let that shit soak, huh (Let that shit soak)
Let that shit soak, look, baow (Haha)
I keep a shooter on go (Baow)
We see a opp and we tell ’em to throw (Baow)
[Chorus: M24 & Fivio Foreign]
Gettin’ cashin’ (Woah, ayy)
Into fashion (Ayy, ayy, drip)
I still run man down in my jones (Hey, hey)
And do it with a passion (Grrt, baow)
Never lackin’ (Never)
The GBGs too active (Too active, baow)
‘Bout five of us in a three-door whip with some fuck-off ratchets (Ayy, ayy)
Gettin’ cashin’ (Ayy)
Into fashion (Ayy, ayy, hey)
I still run man down in my jones
And do it with a passion (Grrt, baow, yes, yes)
Never lackin’ (Never, nah)
The GBGs too active (Too active, active)
‘Bout five of us in a three-door whip (Ayy, ayy) with some fuck-off ratchets (Lekka beat)
