Summer Alone - Luv My Plug Freestyle Lyrics

      

luv my plug freestyle
by Summer Alone

Intro
My plug got everything under the sun
My plug got every drug under the sun
My plug got every drug under the sun
That's why I be geeking on every drug under the sun

Verse 1
Don't get to close, ha
My twin, my brother, my slime keep a gun
Boy don't play with me, boy don't play with me I'm not the one
I just be geeking on molly and xanny and percy, my mind fell in love and went numb
Fashion hoe wear a balenci jacket, five star hoe in a balenci jacket
Five star hoe want money and action
Fuck up a perc 30, givе her the action
Huh, geeked off molly I might cry
Geekеd off molly can't relax
What you doing shawty? You should come through and throw it back
She ain't my boo, but think about her every time she throw it back
Smoking on boof cause' I can't go back to poppin' on hella xans
I don't know where I would be without all of the rubber bands
I don't know where I would be without all of my fucking fans
Smoking boof in my country like I won't get stopped by the feds
PTSD from the streets, bitch I got blood up on my hands
I remember the first time I ? blood up on my hands
I remember the first time I overdosed off of the xans
Woke up in that bitch with blood on my face and my hands
Woke up in Valhalla I don't remember who the fuck I am, ha
Super savage like my name, ha, Fredo Santan
Sippin' wockiana like I'm, Fredo Santan, ha
Draco got some kick back
Nigga mad as hell cause he can't get his bitch back
Nigga mad cause he can't get his bitch back
She want nothing to do with me unless we talk bout' big bank
She don't like taking me to museums cause I try to sip drank
In the gallery I mix the soda with the big drank
Big drank, sip sip, big drank sip sip
My fashion, drip drip, your fashion, ain't shit

Verse 2
Smoke two two's ? with uncle
Conversation with the connect
We're talking money, we're talking bundles
He said don't grind from the strip, bro, cause you're moving big
Bro bro got locked by the ?, said he won't be home in days
Ended up getting a murder case, ?
Now I'm dolo on the strip, move it back to his
I don't like these ? I got trapping in my veins
Sipping on the drank bitch I got Wockhardt in my veins
Niggas said they understand, but didn't understand my pain
I was in the trap young as hell, trapping in the rain
Had to find the comfort in the dark like my name Bane
Shawty saw nothing but red eyes when I was in the range
Niggas say that they relate but ain't on the same page
Smoking on exotic weed these niggas smoking on sage
Talking to the spirits in another room just like I'm ?
Since I popped a perc back in ?, ain't felt the same
Since I lost all my homies in a year, ain't felt the same
Life ain't feeling the same
Since I lost most of my homies I ain't felt the same