Take His Lid Off Paroles

Take his lid off, take his lid off
Take his lid off, bitch, take his lid off

Take his lid off, get his fuckin' head
I'm in my hood right now with my gun out, doin' money spread
Fuck nigga don't even come around, don't even pop out, know they want him dead
In a striker, doin' one-thirty, I be on these meds
And your lil' gun, it's gon' get dirty if it touch these hands (Pl-Plugg)
My lil' racks can't stay folded, I need rubber band
Nigga spammed me 'bout a gram, all you wanted was a ten
You goin' to sleep, you hit that crud, that shit like you pop a Xan

Take his lid off, bitch, take his lid off
Take his lid off, take his lid off
Take his lid off, take his lid off
Take his lid off, bitch, take his lid off
Take his lid off, take his lid off
Take his lid off, bitch, take his lid off

Take his lid off Chasin' these racks 'til I'm rich as fuck (Plugg)

Take his lid off, bitch, take his lid off
Take his lid off, take his lid off
Take his lid off, take his lid off
Take his lid off, bitch, take his lid off
Take his lid off, take his lid off
Take his lid off, take his lid off
Take his lid off, bitch, take his lid off

Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Pl-Plugg)