Lyrical Breakdown of Plug Feat Kodak Black Rich The Kid - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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• Lyric Overview: Witness how Playboi Carti weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Plug Feat Kodak Black Rich The Kid" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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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) 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) 100 band, 100 band, jugg (100 band, 100 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 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) Bitch, you know I bag it (What?) Raf Simons bag (Raf, yeah) Perry Ellis bag (Yeah) Call my phone, I bag it (Yeah) Boy, my ho's the baddest (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 blastin', man down, somebody bag him (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 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 Mille, of course) Touchdown on a nigga for his sack, then I brought it to the plug (Plug) Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy I'm ballin' on you niggas, don't nobody fuck with you 'cause you a scrub 30 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 (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