Plug Daughter - Kevin Gates

A lot of motherfuckers ain’t know I was Puerto Rican

They thought I was black ya heard me

I come on the front of the Narco Trafficante I get to telling them

motherfuckers «Yo mato por nada»

They like «What that mean?»

I had to tell em', that mean I kill for nothin'

BWA, Bread Winners Association

I don’t get tired

You know I’m all the way out there

I’m fucking with the plug daughter

I’m fucking with the plug daughter

We get road side assistance when we placing orders

Wrap the money up and then we send it 'cross the water

I’m fucking with the plug daughter

I’m fucking with the plug daughter

I’m tied in with Diego, they treat me like family

And if I ever leave her they gon' kill my family

In the middle of the kitchen

Water-whipping me a chicken

Breakin' down a brick on a island

Granite counter top with Italian marble

No, I really meant we own a island

Duct tape and a box cutter

Took a seven out em', bout to drop somethin'

Test her with me, gotta test a piece of this recipe

When I cop somethin

(Swear to God I cook the bitch and don’t jump man

I ain’t buying shit)

Interesting, get rich, I’mma stay with my bitch

And legitimate dealings my name don’t exist

Never flake: I get hit then I’m taking my lick

And they know that I’m solid, 13 caught a body

Don’t be with nobody, I be with them bands

My people just see me, he need an advance

He know that this platinum he don’t need no cash

He know that we family, I’ll lend him my last

Turn up in Phantoms and turn up in Jags

We shop in designer, we changing the climate

Ball in the mall and we leaving with bags

Money no object, we fuck up the profit

Cameras is watchin', sometimes I feel like the cameras is watchin'

In love with Luca Brasi I got coke I’m in the mafia