[Verse 1: Ralfy the Plug]
I'm in my own lane, don't see you niggas, I'm Ray Charles
You ain't a coach, I ain't never seen you play call
Handin' out face splashes, no paint balls
I can show you how to get money, it don't take long
He got a fake watch, bro, Oli' don't make those
This Givenchy sweatsuit is my play clothes
'Za bag with no money, bitch, I hate those
Niggas with fake watches talkin' 'bout they wrist broke
I like VVS diamonds bustin', not no gemstones
Long live the Ruler, the real Mr. Get Dough
She like, "You got them biscuits, Ralfy", bring me more dough
I stay with the Silly Billy, bitch, I'm a billy goat
She like, "You got some player ways, yeah, I need my chili, though"
Plug got big whips, I'm Indiana Jones
Supreme Timbs on, ready to step on niggas' toes
Oh, you a kickboxer, you can wrestle with these poles, the Plug
[Verse 2: 1TakeJay]
(Wait, hol' up)
Niggas always sayin' what they gon' do, just relax
Your Prada shoes came from last season, just relax
The car you in, that's your baby mother's, just relax
She got my name tatted, ain't no way you seen the tats
Actin' like you know me, fuck around and lil' bro you
You remind me of an anchor, I can't even hold you
Nigga, we not nothin', fuck your life if I don't know you
Beggin' me for chili, should be sayin', "Don't I owe you?"
Mean girls like me, I ain't nice, you a simp
She said, "Her jaw hurt", I told her, "Eat me 'til I'm limp"
Your money shorter than you, so I'm callin' you a simp
I had a lil' discussion with the Plug, you not a pimp (You not)
You nowhere near a boss 'cause you keep actin' like a bitch (Why?)
I'm on Rodeo Drive, throwin' fits like I'm rich
Call you a teaspoon, you only pour to drop a Tris
You always doin' weird shit, they need to get you fixed
I'm in my own lane, don't see you niggas, I'm Ray Charles
You ain't a coach, I ain't never seen you play call
Handin' out face splashes, no paint balls
I can show you how to get money, it don't take long
He got a fake watch, bro, Oli' don't make those
This Givenchy sweatsuit is my play clothes
'Za bag with no money, bitch, I hate those
Niggas with fake watches talkin' 'bout they wrist broke
I like VVS diamonds bustin', not no gemstones
Long live the Ruler, the real Mr. Get Dough
She like, "You got them biscuits, Ralfy", bring me more dough
I stay with the Silly Billy, bitch, I'm a billy goat
She like, "You got some player ways, yeah, I need my chili, though"
Plug got big whips, I'm Indiana Jones
Supreme Timbs on, ready to step on niggas' toes
Oh, you a kickboxer, you can wrestle with these poles, the Plug
[Verse 2: 1TakeJay]
(Wait, hol' up)
Niggas always sayin' what they gon' do, just relax
Your Prada shoes came from last season, just relax
The car you in, that's your baby mother's, just relax
She got my name tatted, ain't no way you seen the tats
Actin' like you know me, fuck around and lil' bro you
You remind me of an anchor, I can't even hold you
Nigga, we not nothin', fuck your life if I don't know you
Beggin' me for chili, should be sayin', "Don't I owe you?"
Mean girls like me, I ain't nice, you a simp
She said, "Her jaw hurt", I told her, "Eat me 'til I'm limp"
Your money shorter than you, so I'm callin' you a simp
I had a lil' discussion with the Plug, you not a pimp (You not)
You nowhere near a boss 'cause you keep actin' like a bitch (Why?)
I'm on Rodeo Drive, throwin' fits like I'm rich
Call you a teaspoon, you only pour to drop a Tris
You always doin' weird shit, they need to get you fixed
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