[Intro]
(Thank You Fizzle)
(Smoov, what's good, baby?)
[Chorus: Ralfy the Plug]
Just stay consistent, you can get the loaf, just wait your turn
All these niggas sayin’ that they high, they may not burn
An arsonist, I play with fire, they'll make your urn
You can get a foreign and do the dash, just wait your turn
Just stay consistent, you can get the loaf, just wait your turn
All these niggas sayin' that they high, they may not burn
An arsonist, I play with fire, they’ll make your urn
You can get a foreign and do the dash, just wait your turn
[Verse 1: Ralfy the Plug]
A nigga play with fire'll get burnt, they'll make your urn
Gang givin' out free toe tags, just wait your turn
They lyin', talkin' 'bout the Plug ain't hot, well, they gon’ learn
I’m a young coach, I'm an evil villain, I’ll take your purse
Retired the old flow 'cause it's a lot of made-up versions
They want that old Ralfy, what's that, a made-up person?
Niggas mad ’cause I'm gettin' back massages with shay butter lotion
They tryna figure out how I got so much motion off this potion
If ballin' was a crime, I'd be arrested for show-boatin'
Can you put your wrist down, Ralfy? It's doin' too much glowin'
I told her I know magic and made the bag disappear, hocus pocus
I don't know what them broke niggas told you, but I don't miss
The Plug
(Thank You Fizzle)
(Smoov, what's good, baby?)
[Chorus: Ralfy the Plug]
Just stay consistent, you can get the loaf, just wait your turn
All these niggas sayin’ that they high, they may not burn
An arsonist, I play with fire, they'll make your urn
You can get a foreign and do the dash, just wait your turn
Just stay consistent, you can get the loaf, just wait your turn
All these niggas sayin' that they high, they may not burn
An arsonist, I play with fire, they’ll make your urn
You can get a foreign and do the dash, just wait your turn
[Verse 1: Ralfy the Plug]
A nigga play with fire'll get burnt, they'll make your urn
Gang givin' out free toe tags, just wait your turn
They lyin', talkin' 'bout the Plug ain't hot, well, they gon’ learn
I’m a young coach, I'm an evil villain, I’ll take your purse
Retired the old flow 'cause it's a lot of made-up versions
They want that old Ralfy, what's that, a made-up person?
Niggas mad ’cause I'm gettin' back massages with shay butter lotion
They tryna figure out how I got so much motion off this potion
If ballin' was a crime, I'd be arrested for show-boatin'
Can you put your wrist down, Ralfy? It's doin' too much glowin'
I told her I know magic and made the bag disappear, hocus pocus
I don't know what them broke niggas told you, but I don't miss
The Plug
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