Point Me To The Plug Video (MV)

Nigga point me to plug
Ain't tryna talk to no man in the middle
I really been moving them drugs
Talking a lot Nigga none of this little
Cross him off of the checklist
Return em to sender
Wind my ass up
I been spinning forever
Always riding wit metal
So i hope you that you ready
Shooter dripped in Burberry
I make all this scary
Oh you wound up on elm street huh
So I'm sliding wit Freddy
And i hope that you ready die nigga
Cause i know I've been ready to go
I pour like 8 lines in my 2 liter
I could feel that shit all in my soul
I'm so high
I don't wanna go home, i hope my kidneys don't give up on me
I don't ever wanna put my cup down
Got no feelings, i been feeling I'm numb now
How you older than me but you looking up to me ? Just humble yourself just a little bit
I always had dreams of being the plug
Cause i could never be the middle man
All of my friends are dead lil baby
Tell me do you understand that ?
By the way I'm talking yea I'm getting money
But i can't tell you where the stash at
Don't you talk about 30 been had that
I was deep in my bag
I got past that
Oh you did what you did, i ain't mad at you
That shit open my eyes it won't happen
Smoking on cruise control heading OT
Swear that this shit therapeutic for me
Feeling high i do not wanna speak
Please explain i don't wanna think
Smoking on purple and sipping on pink
Gotta slow down cause I'm pissing out pink
Shower ain't working wash up out the sink

Draco sit on my lap in baby urus
Buddha told me slow down while that nigga rolling
Getting low from the D's cause they make me nervous
You ain't work for that money them diamonds worthless
Blood and tears for this shit
Swear i had it worst
I ain't fronting you shit bitch i need my money
Had to study the game bitch i love the hustle
Get that shit cross the border that's off the muscle
If you want that shit that could hit for a 10 or a better just know you can get it here
I was stuck in the trap bitch you wasn't there
Runny nose
What the f*ck i got sweaty hands
When they shot up that corner i wasn't there
I can never be greedy
I lend a hand
I don't wanna hear lectures old preacher man
When we sit down and talk you gon understand
All them situations made me who i am
If you see through my eyes then you seeing red
Tryna walk in my shoes you won't stand a chance
You won't stand a chance
Then again but i knew you won't understand
Once i get in that mood don't know who i am
Once i get in that mood don't know who i am

Nigga point me to plug
Aint tryna talk to no man in the middle
I really been moving them drugs
Talking a lot Nigga none of this little
Cross him off of the checklist
Return em to sender
Wind my ass up
I been spinning forever
Always riding metal
So i hope you that you ready
Shooter dripped in Burberry
I make all this scary
Oh wound up elm street huh
So I'm sliding wit Freddy
And i hope that you ready die nigga
Cause i know I've been ready to go
I pour like 8 lines in my 2 liter
I could feel that shit all in my soul