Gazbe Debonair - Plug & Outlet Lyrics

Call me stink
When I making this money
Loud 20 100s n 50s
Na I don't carry change
I carry bands
Keep up with me
If you wasn't hating on me
You be making money here with me
I know a lot who broke bread with they homes
Resource for power
Mine was flower
They gotta team
I got my own
Find wheat yeast and flour
to make bread on my own
Strictly alone I ain't greedy
They want me broke
They never put me on
I put myself on
Worked alone
Like the G code
Do dirt alone
That's how you stay out long
Ya knew bout consignment
I never heard of that
Any pack any batch
I pulled from my pocket
Facts
All money in I say that
Any wins and loss
Was all mine
Facts
I never ran from a plug
Facts
Never had to jux my own plug
Facts
Even big homie the outlet
Big facts
Never a bum
I'm not what you call that
I'm direct
Plug, Outlets, Straight Connects
You gotta go to someone
To hear the connects
Best weed best quality
My only trend
You already heard of me
From your connect
High octane Pure propane
My gas insane
Yours bush league
It's low grade
Not even mids
Nigga you should be ashamed
If you wanted a sleeve
That 4 packs of rapper weed
A gram a hash cost bout
One round palp rapper weed
That you holdin (yeah)
Pure OG
Black like lightening
Hit Black Lightening yeah
Real potency
Get you frying
Maaaan, It's was whatever
I boost
Im hiring
Except coke to boost
You heard
It whatever Molly jolly
Funtime with holly
Send her to make my breesh at parties
You heard
She take dick in between
It's exciting
One hour
Then we lighting
Back to money is how I like it
At least a thou by the day
I'll stretch it to 3
If I'm selling by zooz and zips
Capice
Tell your nigga it's 230 a piece
& No Shorts
Orange cookies
Tastin like Zookies
Spliff a hottie see
Even my grinders is mixie
BackPack boy residue resting
On a leaf I ain't pull a new sheet
Baby crush it up for me
Throw it thru me like a pass
It's point game
Hit my hand and land !
It's lit, that's game!
We do goofy shit
When we happy n blazed
Roll up something montick
Make it romantic
Ima let you lick it baby
Touch it finish
Goofy shit I meant it
Money we perfect it
Greener than the greenhouses
But blue
We over the moon
Smoking to full moon
Baby sippin' Brandy
Listening to Brandy
See ya don't understand me
Even my queens top quality
Different dank
Different cities
Aye
Call me stink
When I making this money
Loud 20, 100's, and 50's
Na I don't carry change
I carry bands
Keep up with me
If you wasn't hating on me
You be making money here with me
Fuck it I'm Well and I'm Empty
Every fall got big come ups
One a Hunnit
How I'm runnin up
Nothing to something
Flip packs earning onions
On the road with that premium
Ya niggas hate like ya really wish ya was me
What
Ya older than me
Big Dummy Big Dummy
You big dummy big bummy
Respect what where Nigga you funny
Beneath me
Like the shakes I pass your treeshes
They talk of me at meetings
I'm always topic in meetings
Why I keep coming up
They work hard for me to fall
Fuck this nigga eating
I'm munching big bucks BITCH
Fuck ya soufflé talk

Call me stink
When I making this money
Loud 20 100s n 50s
Na I don't carry change
I carry bands
Keep up with me
If you wasn't hating on me
You be making money here with me
I know a lot who broke bread with they homes
Resource for power
Mine was flower
They gotta team
I got my own
Find wheat yeast and flour
to make bread on my own
Strictly alone I ain't greedy
They want me broke
They never put me on
I put myself on
Worked alone
Like the G code
Do dirt alone
That's how you stay out long
Ya knew bout consignment
I never heard of that
Any pack any batch
I pulled from my pocket
Facts
All money in I say that
Any wins and loss
Was all mine
Facts
I never ran from a plug
Facts
Never had to jux my own plug
Facts
Even big homie the outlet
Big facts
Never a bum
I'm not what you call that
I'm direct
Plug, Outlets, Straight Connects
You gotta go to someone
To hear the connects
Best weed best quality
My only trend
You already heard of me
From your connect
High octane Pure propane
My gas insane
Yours bush league
It's low grade
Not even mids
Nigga you should be ashamed
If you wanted a sleeve
That 4 packs of rapper weed
A gram a hash cost bout
One round palp rapper weed
That you holdin (yeah)
Pure OG
Black like lightening
Hit Black Lightening yeah
Real potency
Get you frying
Maaaan, It's was whatever
I boost
Im hiring
Except coke to boost
You heard
It whatever Molly jolly
Funtime with holly
Send her to make my breesh at parties
You heard
She take dick in between
It's exciting
One hour
Then we lighting
Back to money is how I like it
At least a thou by the day
I'll stretch it to 3
If I'm selling by zooz and zips
Capice
Tell your nigga it's 230 a piece
& No Shorts
Orange cookies
Tastin like Zookies
Spliff a hottie see
Even my grinders is mixie
BackPack boy residue resting
On a leaf I ain't pull a new sheet
Baby crush it up for me
Throw it thru me like a pass
It's point game
Hit my hand and land !
It's lit, that's game!
We do goofy shit
When we happy n blazed
Roll up something montick
Make it romantic
Ima let you lick it baby
Touch it finish
Goofy shit I meant it
Money we perfect it
Greener than the greenhouses
But blue
We over the moon
Smoking to full moon
Baby sippin' Brandy
Listening to Brandy
See ya don't understand me
Even my queens top quality
Different dank
Different cities
Aye
Call me stink
When I making this money
Loud 20, 100's, and 50's
Na I don't carry change
I carry bands
Keep up with me
If you wasn't hating on me
You be making money here with me
Fuck it I'm Well and I'm Empty
Every fall got big come ups
One a Hunnit
How I'm runnin up
Nothing to something
Flip packs earning onions
On the road with that premium
Ya niggas hate like ya really wish ya was me
What
Ya older than me
Big Dummy Big Dummy
You big dummy big bummy
Respect what where Nigga you funny
Beneath me
Like the shakes I pass your treeshes
They talk of me at meetings
I'm always topic in meetings
Why I keep coming up
They work hard for me to fall
Fuck this nigga eating
I'm munching big bucks BITCH
Fuck ya soufflé talk