[Intro]
We know the truth
(Thank You Fizzle)
[Verse]
See me when you see me, I'm hard to miss, I look like money
Keep a stick on me, ain't no nigga takin' shit from me
Stinc Team the niggas that did it with no big homies
They like, "Ralfy, how you ballin' with your wrist broken?"
Good back massage, Plug usin' all your good lotion
Foreign whip crashin', no disrespect, but I don't do Focus
Kick her out at three, got me laughin', she like, "You jokin'?"
Bitch, you came for head and bread, now don't lose focus
You've been workin' out or somethin', bitch? You pokin'
You got that fatty hangin' out, now come do somethin' with it
That's the same loaf you keep postin', go do somethin' with it
You ain't never seen two thousand blues, that's two hundiddies
I had to bring a bra for the strap 'cause it do got titties
Bullеts hit him like Xanax 'cause dude got еnergy
I be doin' whatever I want, so they don't like me
I be puttin' that shit on like a Hypebeast
When I say I'm doggin' hoes, don't think I'm lyin'
Never love a bitch, I ain't Saving Private Ryan
Bitches screenshot and try to save it if I replied to 'em
Not a street fighter, I keep it on me, don't get Hadoken
If he try to double cross, he gon' get crucifixed
Goin' crazy, I done put my oldest verses with my newest shit
I put Ralfy and Ralfy on the song, it still don't miss
Rest in peace to Mac Dre, he was too legit
I don't see how these niggas broke, better use a bitch
Bitch keep talkin' 'bout she cold, can I move my wrist?
He on demon time on Pro Tools, but he ain't like that
He the type of nigga, go to the county and not fight back
I was 'bout to say some hard shit, then got sidetracked
Niggas really thinkin' they big Meech and sellin' dime bags
He out here dwellin' on the past, he want his life back
He got chipped, Frito-Lay, can't get that life back
Diamonds on my neck breakdancin', yours finance
Get your broke ass off my car, I see you on my side cameras (The Plug)
We know the truth
(Thank You Fizzle)
[Verse]
See me when you see me, I'm hard to miss, I look like money
Keep a stick on me, ain't no nigga takin' shit from me
Stinc Team the niggas that did it with no big homies
They like, "Ralfy, how you ballin' with your wrist broken?"
Good back massage, Plug usin' all your good lotion
Foreign whip crashin', no disrespect, but I don't do Focus
Kick her out at three, got me laughin', she like, "You jokin'?"
Bitch, you came for head and bread, now don't lose focus
You've been workin' out or somethin', bitch? You pokin'
You got that fatty hangin' out, now come do somethin' with it
That's the same loaf you keep postin', go do somethin' with it
You ain't never seen two thousand blues, that's two hundiddies
I had to bring a bra for the strap 'cause it do got titties
Bullеts hit him like Xanax 'cause dude got еnergy
I be doin' whatever I want, so they don't like me
I be puttin' that shit on like a Hypebeast
When I say I'm doggin' hoes, don't think I'm lyin'
Never love a bitch, I ain't Saving Private Ryan
Bitches screenshot and try to save it if I replied to 'em
Not a street fighter, I keep it on me, don't get Hadoken
If he try to double cross, he gon' get crucifixed
Goin' crazy, I done put my oldest verses with my newest shit
I put Ralfy and Ralfy on the song, it still don't miss
Rest in peace to Mac Dre, he was too legit
I don't see how these niggas broke, better use a bitch
Bitch keep talkin' 'bout she cold, can I move my wrist?
He on demon time on Pro Tools, but he ain't like that
He the type of nigga, go to the county and not fight back
I was 'bout to say some hard shit, then got sidetracked
Niggas really thinkin' they big Meech and sellin' dime bags
He out here dwellin' on the past, he want his life back
He got chipped, Frito-Lay, can't get that life back
Diamonds on my neck breakdancin', yours finance
Get your broke ass off my car, I see you on my side cameras (The Plug)
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