Plague

You know I'm jumpin' the walls, Pullin' red flags. Trippin' up on the liquor with The motherfuckin' shot glass. Player haters gonna drink 'cause made it. That's why every night they some drinkin', still we Hold the fade. Over a hundred niggas like Motherfucker scared. If you ain't on the low, then I'ma bring The funky here. Hey, But I'm in my own lane. So better make some room for me in that Motherfuckin' party lane. They call us jailbirds. We on the block just to live in the TV quarterbound. Nigga in the round, playin' in the power ground. Nothing but niggas down to fuck with you player Haters. We sportin' heaters that make you say the Prayer later. You know the what I love, Bustin' smokes. We on the block just to get ready with Our finest fits. Sit down and come to the Give me some. We breakin' off with my nigga Pimp, I got that Tommy gun. The chips I keep is in that bitch, I'm like a peacock, you got static like a Promise is. Nothing niggas down fuck with you player Haters. We sportin' heaters that make you say the Prayer later.