Origineel
[Intro]
Plug
[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
(Plug)
I was juggin’, finessin’, and flexin’ (Flex), ’til I ran into the plug (Plug)
I got the ki wrapped up in the Louis V now they callin’ me the plug (What?)
I’m out in Guatemala with a quarter-million dollars fuckin’ with the plug (Quarter milli’)
Touchdown on a nigga for his sack then I brought it to the plug (Rich)
[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
Finessin’, I’m juggin’ the plug (Yeah), in the trap makin’ plays like a quarterback (Trap)
Told them dumb nigga I’m takin’ your sack (Your sack), I came up from one gram (One gram)
Now I pull up the blue Lamb (Skrrt), hide ‘em bricks and Trans-Am (Woo)
The kitchen done turn into Michael like Jackson, I’m takin’ the pint and I’m beatin’ it (Whip)
I’m mixin’ the chemical, turn to a chemist and people done call me a genius (Woo, woo)
I was 13, ran up on the plug, stickin’ him up for the drugs (Grra)
Pull off in the Wraith and I’m pourin’ the pints of the mud (Lean)
Flipping the pot like white water (White water), I flip but they callin’ me Flippa (Flippa)
They callin’ my Motorola for zippers (Brr)
I’m out in Jamaica with strippers (Woo)
Hundred band, hundred band, jugg (Hundred band, hundred band)
Me and Rel Money hit a lick on the plug, mo money, I’ma blow it (Woo)
Motorola, still whippin’ yola, young nigga, they call me the plug (Plugg)
[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
(Plug)
I was juggin’, finessin’, and flexin’ (Flex), ’til I ran into the plug (Plug)
I got the ki wrapped up in the Louis V now they callin’ me the plug (What?)
I’m out in Guatemala with a quarter-million dollars fuckin’ with the plug (Quarter milli’)
Touchdown on a nigga for his sack then I brought it to the plug
[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
Bitch, you know I bag it (What?), Raf Simons bag (Raf, yeah)
Perry Ellis bag (Yeah), call my phone, I bag it (Yeah)
Bought my ho some Palace (Huh?), she know that I bag it (What?)
Ayy, yo, Jero had a bail, he know that I bag it (Yeah)
I’m gon’ move that traffic (Traffic), can’t let these oppers have it (Yeah)
It’s snowing in my attic (Yeah), it’s snowing in my yard (Yeah)
My block too hot for all that shit so you don’t want no action (Huh?)
Niggas get to blasting, man down, somebody braggin’ (Yeah)
Designer jeans, I cash and let a nigga have it (Yeah)
Probably at Follies or we up at Magic (Yeah)
Ayy, bitch, I let ‘em have it (Yeah)
She know that I bag it up (Yeah), he mad ‘cause she bag it up (Plugg)
[Chorus: Rich The Kid & Kodak Black]
(Plug)
I was juggin’, finessin’, and flexin’ (Flex), ’til I ran into the plug (Plug, then I pulled the plug)
I got the ki wrapped up in the Louis V now they callin’ me the plug (What? Bitch, I got that .40 tucked)
I’m out in Guatemala with a quarter-million dollars fuckin’ with the plug (Quarter milli’, Richard Millie, of course)
Touchdown on a nigga for his sack then I brought it to the plug (Plug)
[Verse 3: Kodak Black]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I’m ballin’ on you niggas, don’t nobody fuck with you ‘cause you a scrub
Thirty inches on that G body, nigga, I don’t ride dub, really, I’m the plug (Ayy)
Kodak, why you do me like that? I just want a lil’ love, no bitch, I’m a thug
Nigga already know what’s up, so don’t try to dap me up, when you see me in the club
She say “Baby, you ain’t gotta rush,” but I already caught my nut
What you expect? I’m booted up
I told her leave her shoes at the door
I better not catch you steppin’ on my rug or I’ma wet you up (Plugg)
[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
I was juggin’, finessin’, and flexin’ (Flex), ’til I ran into the plug (Plug)
I got the ki wrapped up in the Louis V now they callin’ me the plug (What?)
I’m out in Guatemala with a quarter-million dollars fuckin’ with the plug (Quarter milli’)
Touchdown on a nigga for his sack then I brought it to the plug
Vertaling
[Intro]
Plug
[Refrein: Rich The Kid]
(Plug)
I was juggin’, finessin’, and flexin’ (Flex), ’til I ran into the plug (Plug)
I got the ki wrapped up in the Louis V now they callin’ me the plug (Wat?)
I’m out in Guatemala with a quarter-million dollars fuckin’ with the plug (Kwart miljoen)
Touchdown op een nigga voor zijn zak dan bracht ik het naar de plug (Rich)
[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
Finessin’, I’m juggin’ the plug (Yeah), in the trap makin’ plays like a quarterback (Trap)
Told them dumb nigga I’m takein’ your sack (Jouw zak), I came up from one gram (Eén gram)
Now I pull up the blue Lamb (Skrrt), hide ‘em bricks and Trans-Am (Woo)
The kitchen done turn into Michael like Jackson, I’m takein’ the pint and I’m beatin’ it (Whip)
I’m mixin’ the chemical, turn to a chemist and people done call me a genius (Woo, woo)
I was 13, ran up on the plug, stickin’ him up for the drugs (Grra)
Pull off in the Wraith and I’m pourin’ the pints of the mud (Lean)
Flipping the pot like white water (Wit water), I flip but they callin’ me Flippa (Flippa)
They callin’ my Motorola for zippers (Brr)
I’m out in Jamaica with strippers (Woo)
Hundred band, hundred band, jugg (Honderd band, honderd band)
Me and Rel Money hit a lick on the plug, mo money, I’ma blow it (Woo)
Motorola, still whippin’ yola, young nigga, they call me the plug (Plugg)
[Refrein: Rich The Kid]
(Plug)
I was juggin’, finessin’, and flexin’ (Flex), ’til I ran into the plug (Plug)
I got the ki wrapped up in the Louis V now they callin’ me the plug (Wat?)
I’m out in Guatemala with a quarter-million dollars fuckin’ with the plug (Kwart miljoen)
Touchdown op een nigga voor zijn zak dan bracht ik het naar de plug
[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
Bitch, you know I bag it (Wat?), Raf Simons bag (Raf, yeah)
Perry Ellis tas (Ja), bel mijn telefoon, ik zak het (Ja)
Ik heb Palace voor mijn hoer gekocht, ze weet dat ik het heb.
Jero had een borgtocht, hij weet dat ik het heb.
Ik ga dat verkeer verplaatsen, kan deze oppers het niet laten hebben.
Het sneeuwt op mijn zolder, het sneeuwt in mijn tuin.
My block too hot for all that shit so you don’t want no action (Huh?)
Niggas get to blasting, man down, somebody braggin’ (Yeah)
Designer jeans, ik cash en laat een nigga het hebben (Yeah)
Waarschijnlijk bij Follies of we zijn bij Magic.
Ayy, bitch, ik geef ze ervan langs. Ja.
She know that I bag it up (Yeah), he mad ‘cause she bag it up (Plugg)
[Chorus: Rich The Kid & Kodak Black]
(Plug)
I was juggin’, finessin’, and flexin’ (Flex), ’til I ran into the plug (Plug, then I pulled the plug)
I got the ki wrapped up in the Louis V now they callin’ me the plug (Wat? Bitch, I got that .40 tucked)
I’m out in Guatemala with a quarter-million dollars fuckin’ with the plug (Kwart miljoen, Richard Millie, natuurlijk)
Touchdown op een nigga voor zijn zak dan bracht ik het naar de plug (Plug)
[Verse 3: Kodak Black]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I’m ballin’ on you niggas, don’t nobody fuck with you ‘cause you a scrub
Thirty inches on that G body, nigga, I don’t ride dub, really, I’m the plug (Ayy)
Kodak, waarom doe je zo tegen me? Ik wil gewoon een beetje liefde, geen trut, ik ben een boef.
Negers weten al wat er aan de hand is, dus probeer me niet op te lichten, als je me in de club ziet
Ze zegt “Baby, je hoeft je niet te haasten,” maar ik heb mijn noot al gevangen
Wat verwacht je? Ik ben opgestart
Ik zei haar haar schoenen bij de deur te laten
Ik kan je beter niet op mijn tapijt zien stappen of ik maak je nat (Plugg)
[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
I was juggin’, finessin’, and flexin’ (Flex), ’til I ran into the plug (Plug)
I got the ki wrapped up in the Louis V now they callin’ me the plug (Wat?)
I’m out in Guatemala with a quarter-million dollars fuckin’ with the plug (Kwart miljoen)
Touchdown op een nigga voor zijn zak dan bracht ik het naar de plug