YCK, Fiction - Calling Up My Plug Lyrics

Calling up my plug
Fixated on drugs
Putting dirt under the rug
Hide away like it's snug

Add my ass fast
Call me on Snapchat
I don't give a fuck about a streak
I won't snap back

I don't even keef on reefer
Without leaving J's depleted
Bitches breathing down my neck
Cause I don't even wanna text

I'm just rolling blunts
Keep the woods in the trunk
Gotta forest in the back
Where I keep my fucking stash

Murder the beat so I don't see me quitting
The best of the best every time I be spitting
Popping a perc so I summon a demon
Inside of my body to keep me from breathing

Calling up my plug
Fixated on drugs
Putting dirt under the rug
Hide away like it's snug

Rappers lookin like some unimportant shit authors
And I'm bout to run the table like a four and six Rodgers
My pencil in time
To write these insolent lines
When I get into the rhymes
There ain't no hint of a why
Who what when where or a how
And I'm just blaring it loud
Play it anywhere in the house
And I'm fucking tearin it down
I really want this shit to work out
Runnin up a word count
Never burnt out
I can't turn now

Calling up my plug
Fixated on drugs
Putting dirt under the rug
Hide away like it's snug