20 of the Best Lyrics From Gunplay’s ‘The Plug’ Album

"Don't play no fucking games, already know my pedigree/Graduated to a shooter from a petty thief/Things ringing sounding like them shits will never cease/Meet where 211, 187 meet Pick you up for questioning, the answer always wasn't me/Tell ’em that it was, a box and a wreath"

"Hope ya know ya life worth a 10 cent slug/Niggas getting drug over $10 drugs/Pesticide niggas getting niggas getting wired with the bugs/Now I'm riding getting high, hiding from the fuzz/Selling raw til I catch a kingpin charge/Looking at 20 flat when the Mac discharge/Whole squad teen, Carbon-15/Don't ask ’cause it's hard to explain these things"

"When I whooped that life sentence, thought they let El Chapo free/I read that statement, I said, 'Oh, hell nah, not my Co-D'/Coacaine in my fingernail, cocaine all in my nostril/Cocaine make me hostile, now go get me my Mossberg/Cocaine got my image tainted, but that Chevy painted/Drought, no dope out, fuck ’em, left ’em waiting"

"Yayo bought me filet mignon/Yayo got my payroll looking up, A-1/Yayo on my tongue and I'ma say what I want/Yayo with me on the run, right next to the drum/Yayo know sneaky Creole niggas wit guns/Yayo get you wheels, them oneswit trunks in the front/Yayo everywhere, yayo everywhere/Oh, hell nah, I'm the one behind that steering wheel"

I might blow ’em with the Sig, wouldn't even know 'em if I clipped ’em/Threw the whole torch in the clip, this ain't that R&B shit/Just T and Gunplay, diamonds hitting out the sun-rays/Came from the floor, going up, dog, I'm on a fucking one-way/I got the business like I came witta suit on/You switch sides, stay down, pussy nigga, I ain't no U-Turn" - Tracy T

"Told your worker I'ma murk ya, wasn't upset about it/Bout that bag, I'm banging like a set about it/That go for you, you and everybody/Streetsweeper shooting heat, meet Harold Miner/Copper heads flying like a airliner/Heard that shit knocking, like a nigga ain't hear about it/Anything moving, Uzi shoot the air up out it/You ain't down to hit the cell and get the chair about it" - Gunplay

"Hoes play hoe games, I get more gold chains/Hoes get hoe charges, pimps get more fat/Hoes know to choose Don Logan, solo in jewels /Icy in my Cuban Linx, my Cuban link bring me cubes"

"I peeped the blade, Dayton, trying not to get so blatant/ but hoes are known for hoeing, they can't leave that pussy vacant/Take a hoe, break a hoe, leave her pussy aching/Leave her twat hot, hot enough to cook a steak in/Slutting for ya boss hog skirts, just something to toss off/Daddy need a Caddy and a strip for him to floss on"

"I know she been hoeing on the low/I know she been hoeing on the low/I peeped her on the play, she popped up on the page/$50 special page, nuttin' special ’bout ya, babe"

"Riding round, who the plug, where the jugs at/Baller blocking, make me go up in the tool shed/Homicide checking Twitter, reading what the crew/Fuck ’em, snort a ball while I'm pouring Dusse"

"I don't trust nothing breathing/Getting even's all that I believe in/Taking out beef like a fucking vegan/Eye for an eye, we can swap it even Looking round, it's looking like it's sucka season/Looking round, it's looking like it's sucka season/Bust him in his head and watch his body descend/Right on the hot muthafucking cement"

Different plugs, different drugs, different fiends, different bitches/Forty-five up in my denim/When I'm mobbing through the trenches/Me and all my hooligans, play you for your jewels and M's/Stupid shit, just copped the coupe with the roof missing, crucial licks/Heard he writing statements on that shit up in a sandwich bag/Shit will have his family sad and me outside his granny pad"

"Married to the game, married to the hustle/If I don't fuck with you then I don't trust you/ We got it popping over here, fuck the other side/Shit ain't been the same since my brother died/Rest in peace, Chu, I'll show you what a beast do/Heard my bitch hotter than beef stew"

"Elevating, mad slaughter, premeditated/Living like I never made it, like I ain't got heaven waiting/Pussy boy, don't eve play me/Double drum, I'm serenading/Slugs in ya, marinating, two gloves, I'm Gary Payton/Praying for some peace, but these niggas play for keeps/Put a whole hundo in Condo and cease"

"Only thing on my mind paying back what I owe/That's a bullet to the brain and a blade to the throat/But I swear to the lord, he going straight to the morgue/For not knowing what he doing, ’cause there's a line you don't cross/And ya did, now ya dead, drop a bank on ya head/Yeah, you made that muthafucka, time to lay in ya bed"

"The game ain't ever been based on no sympathy/Only thing matter who dying or who gon' kill for me/Only thing I care about, you not knowing about my whereabouts/Dude just food, new dinner on my tabletop"

"I'm from where cootie shaking, hoes will catch a body too/And quick to grab the stick and clip right off the counter too/I made the news and my whole city knew I wasn't playing/Six-figure bond like a don, no, I wasn't staying/Feds jumper suits, county jail, nothing cute/Buncha old charges, I don't need nothing new" - Gunplay

"Styrofoam full of acid, 30 pack in my ratchet/Niggas know the boy active, niggas know I get it bracking/Syrup, shit got me lacking, I ain't worried, though, what's happening/I'm in the hood and you can ask ’em, doing hits in the Maxima/We ain't giving out passes, fuck nigga quit asking 50 bands in this mattress" - Mozzy

"Lot of niggas keep Kenny, yeah, I smoke a lot of canibus/How you tell on ya day one, now ya reputation damaged/All my lil bitches scandalous, still ain't passing out passes/Get stripped for being passive, yeah, get stripped for being passive/Shoot ya face off for practice, line 'em up for them lashes/Trying to make something happen, niggas know I ain't just rapping" - Mozzy

"Showing love to all the OGs/All dope fiends/Pulling up, I need the whole thing, putting on for the whole team/Knots call me when the phone ring/Slime gone, I know more lean/Plug gone, I need more tree, off the porch around 14" - Mozzy