ACOBOYZ ft. 100Packsavy Lyrics

I'm the plug, I'm the friendly neighbor, they gon' call me State Farm

Ayy he tryna snitch on me, I put his ass up in the graveyard

He be acting, we gon' put his ass on Broadway cause he play hard

Ayy I'm really finna pull up, pack yo shit, call me Brett Favre

Sippin' casamigos, you can smell it through my sweat glands

Bitch, I'm the undertaker, turn you to a dead man

Pull up to yo bitch, crib choke her with my left hand

Shot hit his stomach, swear we leave him with a bedpan

Ayy, we some real killers, bitch, I said that

Stomped him on the motherfuckin' curb, where's yo head at

After I done took his motherfuckin' blick, told him to head back

Every time that I'm the feature on a song, boy, it's the best track

I'm the plug, I'm the friendly neighbor, they gon' call me State Farm

I'ma pull up with my blick down yo block, I'ma make harm

I'ma go and light the city up, I'm feelin' just like Akon

I'ma be up on yo front doorstep like it's Avon

Ayy, ayy, ayy, like it's Avon

Be up on yo front doorstep, call me Avon

Ayy, ayy, ayy, like it's, ayy

Light up the motherfuckin' city like it's Akon

Ayy, hold on

Ayy, yo, bitch, havin' fun ridin' me every day call me Yamaha

Got a Jewish bitch, I'ma bust down her yamaka

Fuck a bitch for seven days straight like it's Hanukkah

Hidin' on her phone every day, but, bitch, I'm on to ya

Who is this bitch over there? I ain't fond of ya

Smokin' weed every day, bitch, I got insomnia

I got real opps, bitch, I don't even got the time for ya

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

I don't even got the time for ya

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

I don't even got the time for ya

Ayy, I don't even got the time for ya

Ayy, I don't even got the time for ya

Ayy, I don't even got the time for ya

You can hear me on that track, I don't even gotta rhyme for ya

I'm the plug, I'm the friendly neighbor, they gon' call me State Farm

Ayy, he tryna snitch on me, I put his ass up in the graveyard

He be actin', we gon' put his ass on Broadway cause he play hard

Ayy, I'm really finna pull up, pack your shit, call me Brett Farve

I'm the plug, I'm the friendly neighbor, they gon' call me State Farm

I'ma pull up with my blick down your block, I'ma make harm

I'ma go and light the city up, I'm feelin' just like Akon

I'ma be up on your front doorstep like it's Avon

Ayy, look, okay, look, Big Boss

You don't wanna see me when I'm pissed off

I would've shot Alpo and after that got my bricks off

You big soft, told I'm not a rapper, I just shit talk

I'm eatin' lemon pepper, poppin' Bel air like I'm Rick Ross

I gets off, my niggas chargin' at you like a kickoff

He said he was a boy, but he's a booger, he got picked off

Big sauce, no, this ain't ravioli, this some big sauce

She pulled her pants down, that coochie stank now my dick soft

Damn, huh, so I don't want it no more

When this shit get spunky, I'm gon' blow the nine like Tony Romo

Get a parachute, hop off my dick, niggas really homo

Your song got 80 views, you really need to buy some promo

When I shoot this bitch from deep, I'm standin' on the logo

She ride that dick up and down, she standin' on a pogo

Catch me ridin' down your block, you gon' think it's Debo

I'm robbin' every person outside, niggas shout out Repo

I'm so used to ballin' out, I should've been in chemo

Lil' baby tryna smother me, I ain't no damn burrito

Put a green light on this beat, all I do is G.O

Put a green beam on that Glock, now you got a G.O., bitch