Do or Die Freestyle Ralfy the Plug
"Do or Die Freestyle" by Ralfy the Plug, released in 2021, is a hip-hop track that showcases themes of perseverance, street life, and the struggle for success. The lyrics reflect a gritty narrative of overcoming adversity and the urgency of making impactful choices. Musically, it features a hard-hitting beat with a mix of melodic flows and aggressive delivery, highlighting Ralfy's unique style. The song resonates with listeners who relate to the hustle and determination found in urban life, contributing to its cultural relevance in the contemporary rap scene. #HipHop
[Chorus]
I told her I'm a coach bitch, pimpin' ain't dead
Tell me what she want, she can give me her bread
Don't wanna fuck, you can give me that head
I'm the Plug, just strip it in med
Couple rap niggas workin' with the feds
Locked in with the gang like dreads
Press play then they off with his head
She put the money in the offering 'cause I'm winnin'
[Verse]
Pay the Plug, that's a quick decision
Every day, I go in different denim
I get money, you can keep on pretendin'
You had monеy, now you reminiscin'
It's levels to this shit, wе different
You a bum when you look in the mirror
All my neighbors Karens
You should be embarassed
The diamonds in your watch canary
Your Cuban ten karat
Chunky monkey, no Ben & Jerry
Cold stones on my neck, that's clarity
Got no chain on, I ain't tryna hear it
I'm a joint, bitch, like my appearance
You be shoppin' on clearance
These Evisu, not Amiris
Smokin' diesel, not no Reggie
Fuck her friend, I'm so petty
You be off that fetty
Bitch, I'm not your daddy
But you got that fatty
Do somethin' to make me happy
Bitch, fuck your baby daddy
He ain't got no pape', he mad
She clueless, Stacy dad
She gon' fuck if you make her mad
Foreign whips with the paper tag
Rip up your gamertag
Got a switch 'cause my aim is bad
Look at all this pape' I'm havin'
You be drinkin' silver satin
Nigga dipped a silver necklace
Fuck all that fake flexin'
Why pump fake if you can have it?
2Ks, hit sticks with Madden
Gettin' money is a passion
Fly as shit, I'm Aladdin
Wanna be rich, fuck status
Want a Richie, fuck a Patek
Sleep on me, they off Xanax
Why you rap 'bout money? 'Cause I'm havin' that
All she got was a Magnum pack
She brought the loaf to the tabernacle
She know I Mac like Apple
I'll take Zelle and Apple Pay
Bitch, have them payments, don't be late
I'm a king, bitch, know your place
Don't rap beef, not a promo page
I'm a joint, I don't show no pity
Stick on me, no Diddy
I came with minor, Josh Giddey
We promote the violence, don't tempt me
I told her I'm a coach bitch, pimpin' ain't dead
Tell me what she want, she can give me her bread
Don't wanna fuck, you can give me that head
I'm the Plug, just strip it in med
Couple rap niggas workin' with the feds
Locked in with the gang like dreads
Press play then they off with his head
She put the money in the offering 'cause I'm winnin'
[Verse]
Pay the Plug, that's a quick decision
Every day, I go in different denim
I get money, you can keep on pretendin'
You had monеy, now you reminiscin'
It's levels to this shit, wе different
You a bum when you look in the mirror
All my neighbors Karens
You should be embarassed
The diamonds in your watch canary
Your Cuban ten karat
Chunky monkey, no Ben & Jerry
Cold stones on my neck, that's clarity
Got no chain on, I ain't tryna hear it
I'm a joint, bitch, like my appearance
You be shoppin' on clearance
These Evisu, not Amiris
Smokin' diesel, not no Reggie
Fuck her friend, I'm so petty
You be off that fetty
Bitch, I'm not your daddy
But you got that fatty
Do somethin' to make me happy
Bitch, fuck your baby daddy
He ain't got no pape', he mad
She clueless, Stacy dad
She gon' fuck if you make her mad
Foreign whips with the paper tag
Rip up your gamertag
Got a switch 'cause my aim is bad
Look at all this pape' I'm havin'
You be drinkin' silver satin
Nigga dipped a silver necklace
Fuck all that fake flexin'
Why pump fake if you can have it?
2Ks, hit sticks with Madden
Gettin' money is a passion
Fly as shit, I'm Aladdin
Wanna be rich, fuck status
Want a Richie, fuck a Patek
Sleep on me, they off Xanax
Why you rap 'bout money? 'Cause I'm havin' that
All she got was a Magnum pack
She brought the loaf to the tabernacle
She know I Mac like Apple
I'll take Zelle and Apple Pay
Bitch, have them payments, don't be late
I'm a king, bitch, know your place
Don't rap beef, not a promo page
I'm a joint, I don't show no pity
Stick on me, no Diddy
I came with minor, Josh Giddey
We promote the violence, don't tempt me
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