Metro Housing Baby

[Intro: El Plaga]
(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
(Tahj Money)
Turn me up on the speakers, man
Tell 'em, go score on GG
I told broski pass me GG, I need GG
I need that, gang, gang

[Chorus: El Plaga]
I just whipped a chicken, had the kitchen looking wavy
The projects really raised me
Metro housing baby
I picked up the strap and told my mom it's for my safety
We was in the field, shooting shit like the navy
Trap life, GG in the air, we smoke your crodie
You sliding for that dead opp, you can be a body
Thirty in the Wesson, got that glizzy in the party
I keep them killas with me, and for me, they going dummy

[Verse 1: El Plaga]
I put my gang on first
I'll put your mans on shirts
I had to take a trip OT because them trenches is cursed
I was locked up, did 'bout three but that shit could've been worse
Real niggas doin' time 'cause they be puttin' in work

[Chorus: El Plaga]
I just whipped a chicken, had the kitchen looking wavy
The projects really raised me
Metro housing baby
I picked up the strap and told my mom it's for my safety
We was in the field, shooting shit like the navy
Trap life, GG in the air, we smoke your crodie
You sliding for that dead opp, you can be a body
Thirty in the Wesson, got that glizzy in the party
I keep them killas with me, and for me, they going dummy

[Verse 2: Lil RK]
Dirty Glock, nina
She love to sing like a diva
If I go down, dawg, don't remember shit, amnesia
Earn my stripe like Zebras
Three shots on me, Adidas
About that action, no theatres
Can't crucify me like Jesus
Bitch, we ridin', slidin'
Trap jumping like Harden
Balling, Michael Jordan
Like bottles, yeah, we popping
A hundred bands, straight profit
I've been hot like the oven
See Plaga, that's my cousin
You tweak with us, we bussin'

[Chorus: El Plaga]
I just whipped a chicken, had the kitchen looking wavy
The projects really raised me
Metro housing baby
I picked up the strap and told my mom it's for my safety
We was in the field, shooting shit like the navy
Trap life, GG in the air, we smoke your crodie
You sliding for that dead opp, you can be a body
Thirty in the Wesson, got that glizzy in the party
I keep them killas with me, and for me, they going dummy

[Verse 3: El Plaga]
Black fifth, put some shots up in his tummy
Street shit, all my niggas going dummy
Remember days when we was starvin', we was bummy
Remember days them bitches say they never love me
I picked up the Glock because them niggas hate on me
.40 on my waist, I'll pull up on 'em, rest in peace
They say they want me dead, but these niggas ain't in these streets
I'll pop 'em like molly or ecstasy, up in this bitch

[Chorus: El Plaga]
I just whipped a chicken, had the kitchen looking wavy
The projects really raised me
Metro housing baby
I picked up the strap and told my mom it's for my safety
We was in the field, shooting shit like the navy
Trap life, GG in the air, we smoke your crodie
You sliding for that dead opp, you can be a body
Thirty in the Wesson, got that glizzy in the party
I keep them killas with me, and for me, they going dummy