[Intro: Lefty Gunplay]
It's the famous gangbanger
OTR
And the Plug, Stinc Team, Ralfy the Plug, Lefty Gunplay
Gang
[Chorus: Ralfy the Plug]
You couldn't be me if you tried to, got chops like Thai food
Get back, the Drac' got a blast like Ryu
Stinc Team, we start waves like typhoons
The Plug did a hundred million on iTunes
[Verse 1: Ralfy the Plug]
This ain't that dickie chuck hoppin' out a low rider
We hoppin' out of foreign whips lookin' like the Globetrotters
Your bitch wanna come outside, nigga, don't hide her
All these niggas think they fly, ain't no pilots
A broke rapper, all he know I do is promote violence
I'ma keep shittin' on niggas, bitch, don't mind me
I got knots that can't fold, ain't did no crime
Put me in the booth, I'll rest in peace the beat in no timin'
I know your type go to jail and tell on your crime
I got stupid dough, don't need a label to come sign me
He a rapper, he got money so they side with him
We both got Rollies but mine newer so our time different
I get money for real, rappin' just a side mission
Nigga caught a head tap tryna be a top nigga
Like collects, you came together, you goin' to box with him?
She like, "I know them VVSs 'cause your rocks clear"
Every middle school I went to, they got me outta there
Henry Clay, Bret Harte, Gompers, and John Muir
Whoppin' ass, they like, "We need to get his mom here"
If you tryna know if I'ma join, bitch, I'm top tier, the Plug
It's the famous gangbanger
OTR
And the Plug, Stinc Team, Ralfy the Plug, Lefty Gunplay
Gang
[Chorus: Ralfy the Plug]
You couldn't be me if you tried to, got chops like Thai food
Get back, the Drac' got a blast like Ryu
Stinc Team, we start waves like typhoons
The Plug did a hundred million on iTunes
[Verse 1: Ralfy the Plug]
This ain't that dickie chuck hoppin' out a low rider
We hoppin' out of foreign whips lookin' like the Globetrotters
Your bitch wanna come outside, nigga, don't hide her
All these niggas think they fly, ain't no pilots
A broke rapper, all he know I do is promote violence
I'ma keep shittin' on niggas, bitch, don't mind me
I got knots that can't fold, ain't did no crime
Put me in the booth, I'll rest in peace the beat in no timin'
I know your type go to jail and tell on your crime
I got stupid dough, don't need a label to come sign me
He a rapper, he got money so they side with him
We both got Rollies but mine newer so our time different
I get money for real, rappin' just a side mission
Nigga caught a head tap tryna be a top nigga
Like collects, you came together, you goin' to box with him?
She like, "I know them VVSs 'cause your rocks clear"
Every middle school I went to, they got me outta there
Henry Clay, Bret Harte, Gompers, and John Muir
Whoppin' ass, they like, "We need to get his mom here"
If you tryna know if I'ma join, bitch, I'm top tier, the Plug
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