The Plug Best Friend

[Verse 1] 800 dolla sweats And some mothafucking Timb boots I don't fuck with basic hoes they too simple Work a basic bitch like a pimp do Now she ain't selling ass, she driving with the gas Rolled a superman blunt, half cooked half hash Your bitch wanna ride with me because my car go really fast Left her now she feeling sad I'm too busy getting cash She said where the love at I said I don't love that Told her I keep my love the same place I keep my slugs at Fuck I picked up my phone, where my nigga cuz at Keep a baby bottle like Tommy from the roadrats Now I ain't got no job like Tommy off of Martin All we do is smoke weed, fuck, shop and party Ghetto ass bitch but she swear she a barbie [?] Am I bout to bend her over, shit probably She told me that she got the sloppy I cooked that bitch like Hibachi Go to magic city just to eat steak and broccoli They hating but can't stop me My side bitch wear [?] My Mexican girl I call her hot tamale Fifty p's of strong, got empty apartment Got married to the streets and [?] Went and found the plug and turned him into my best friend I told the plug we to death to us part Started running the place like Patrick Ewing and John Starks [Outro] Uh huh Its done Whole me Yeah I'm the plug best friend That's me Hahahaa Real nigga shit mane These niggas don't see me with this shit mane hahaha Ayyy