Lyrics Edward Thorp - Sitodaplugg

SitoDaPlugg man, y'all know what the fuck going on
Gang shit no lame shit
We moving dvious for life

Don't ace out, tryna roll the dice wit the gamblers
Them crime scenes get taped up, that evidence get tampered
Too stand up, to let these pussy niggas think I fear sum'n
Like snare drums, that chop create anthems
The spots I can still come, and not unless tan come
You and 1, i'm top 1
That glock switch, best not run
Best not run
Lil brody tryna pop sum'n
That lil knocka get unloaded til the cops come
These niggas got dumb, or maybe niggas been dumb
You niggas starting on some shit my niggas been done
Yeah, party wit a big gun
Them niggas talking but they hardly ever did nun
Yeah, you ain't kill nun
You ain't drilling, you ain't spill blood
You ain't chilling wit no real thugs
I get the deal done, I made a killing off of real drugs
Trap shit, saks fifth for a trap fit
Look what cash did
As if i'm mad, how fast the tags ripped
Lil niggas mad my niggas mad rich
Bad bitch
She must fuck the steppas fore I let her meet the captain
I'm too goddamn special to address you thru my captions
What happened?
Tired of niggas acting like they active, they cappin
Get at them
I tell brody oot he get to blastin
Like a recruit straight out the Pac-10
I pour a deuce that lil Ms. Kiki got me tapped in
Mean tapped out
I ain't luigi in a mansion, this a trap house
I'm on my last ounce
Right by that last house
Yeah, if you need gas you better act fast

She tryna act bad
Black mask
SitoDaPlugg man y'all know the fucking vibe
Gang shit no lame shit