Fear Factor Ralfy the Plug

[Intro]
(Thank You Fizzle)
(Laudiano)
(Smoov, what's good, baby?)

[Chorus]
All them wild stunts gon' get a nigga killed, this ain't Fear Factor
I know some grimy niggas get off work and do drills after
I know some ratchet bitches that leave church and do pills after
Once you sign that label deal, you gon' be workin' in fields after
All them wild stunts gon' get a nigga killed, this ain't Fear Factor
I know some grimy niggas get off work and do drills after
I know some ratchet bitches that leave church and do pills after
Once you sign that label deal, you gon' be workin' in fields after

[Verse 1]
My name Coach Fuckin' Ralfy, a real factor
You know that fake actin' cool gon' gеt a nigga cap twisted
[?], like how much money could I fit in my Givеnchy sack?
Just peeled her bag with a Big Mac, this a different [?]
You got money for some dick from pastor Ralfy, you can get a sample
If I can punch this type of shit, imagine what a pen and pad'll do
The last bitch got slapped for givin' me attitude
I like head and bread if you wanna show me some gratitude
I was a class ditcher, only did math at school
Sellin' candy and shootin' dice in the hallway, I was gettin' cash at school
Bashin' all these foreigns, bitch, I'm a Crash Bandicoot
I been fuckin' on hoes that wouldn't even glance at you
Plug