Lyrics Don Vito - Don Q

Yeah, yeah, plug
Yeah, yeah, kill 'em
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, you the plug
Oh, you a killer
Oh, you a what?
I be with both
You ain't familiar
I know the bangers
All of the gangstas
All of the hittas
Yeah, yeah
I know the scammers
All of the robbers
And all of the dealers
All of the what?
Oh, you a front street
You ain't outside
When it come duck heat
Is you gon' ride?
Heard you like yeah
Jewelry snatched
You like the strap
You want it back?
Yeah, yeah
Everywhere I go, I keep a shooter
They think I'm paranoid
I'm all alone and I'm high off these meds
And I think I'm hearin' noises
I tripped off the lean, I'm back on the Henny
And I'm at it again
I bag up the Benz, I'm down on my pills
I'm back on them 10s
Lemme take 'em to the dark side
Bustin' sales by the park slide
You see friends on the deep end
Just know you swimmin' where the sharks ride
Same hoes wouldn't look
They comment under my picture with heart eyes
I leap in the 'rari with frog eyes
Press the button then the doors rise
My caliber different
I'm freakin' in Neimans, they thought that I had an addiction
This clarity hittin'
The faster the cars, the badder the women
I'm not a regular nigga
I kick bitches out just like a defense
I put some bread on a nigga
Send him to God and askin' forgiveness
I am ahead of you niggas
I know that you plannin' on catchin' me slippin'
I post by the store, they had my description
Note on the door, I had the eviction
Back seat of the Rolls parked
That's where swear nigga, he ain't ghost talk
Cold heart and it's so dark
Get your wife, took around those parts
Oh, you the plug
Oh, you a killer
Oh, you a what?
I be with both
You ain't familiar
I know the bangers
All of the gangstas
All of the hittas
Yeah, yeah
I know the scammers
All of the robbers
And all of the dealers
All of the what?
Oh, you a front street
You ain't outside
When it come duck heat
Is you gon' ride?
Heard you like yeah
Jewelry snatched
You like the strap
You want it back?
Yeah, yeah
Pay your lawyer just to beat the charges
Did a lot and I believe in karma
Eyes open, I can see the plotters
Supply the dealers and I feed the robbers
Read hatred from your body language
And it speakin' so fluently
Two blocks like it's two of me
I ain't givin' out opportunities
We packed Tonys in the lot
We hit the club through the back 'cause it's protocol
Jack boys in the spot
You can't get in with the strap, what you goin' for?
When I ace up the light, it be goin' off
I'm livin' life, I ain't showin' off
I'm crusin' dolos so they think I'm lackin'
But the shooters behind Will throw'em off
Cuz niggas I trusted
Kept movin' too different so I started makin' adjustments
Choppers all over the crib
This for the niggas just waitin' to rush it
Is your boy tellin' or what?
You can get murdered for makin' assumptions
I fell in love with the rush
I put a Perc' in the eight and I crushed it
I'm a fast addict
I gotta go get the bag habit
I keep them stacks stackin'
You at home prayin' your stash lastin'
And I can really go see the man
Take a trip and gon' leave with grams
Come back home with a trap phone
And the kill 10 on the Peter Pan
Oh, you the plug
Oh, you a killer
Oh, you a what?
I be with both
You ain't familiar
I know the bangers
All of the gangstas
All of the hittas
Yeah, yeah
I know the scammers
All of the robbers
And all of the dealers
All of the what?
Oh, you a front street
You ain't outside
When he come duck me
Is you gon' ride?
Heard you like yeah
Jewelry snatched
You like the strap
You want it back?
Yeah, yeah