[Intro:]
Ooh, this mf slap I had to do this mf, no kizzy
Ooh, that bitch goin’ crazy
[Verse:]
That’s a ghost gun you got boy that pole not legit
Oh you a street fighter, better know my blower got a switch
Heavy metal on me get rock & rolled if you ain’t hit
Wrist broke, I done put the biggest stones in that bitch
I’m a coach so I charge to put pole in your bitch
Any beat I get on I legit don’t miss
The Plug be high as fuck off prescription, not Crystal
All this fat perky meat’ll fuck up bitches mental
Foreign whip crash, got 3 whips no rental
They can’t fuck wit’ me, and catchin’ up I don’t see no potential
Came a long way from commercials and residentials
Check my raps, he Flu Flamming, it’s all on my credentials
Under yo’ bitch makеup is all of my minerals
We tote thеm acronyms ‘cuz my guns got syllables
They ain’t got no diamonds in the club, n*ggas lookin’ invisible
Them cloudy stones in yo’ piece got ‘em lookin’ invisible
Chargin’ for perky meat, I think I’m Deuce Bigalow
N*ggas will hate on me in Honda Civic Fish Bowls
Gettin’ money outta different bitches, you don’t even know how to send a hoe
Soon as you n*ggas get focused you can get some dough
I be tryna chill but my neck be throwin’ temper tantrums
I done shot a hundred plus videos in different fashion
You wanna rock and roll with the Stincs, get yo’ bag up
N*gga ain’t gettin’ no money, he got bad luck
I keep heavy metal, I got the whole band tucked
There go the Stinc Team pullin’ up in Lamb’ trucks
I know life been good ‘cuz I ain’t have to blamp none
Bay-Bay kid, I was in the halls in camp thuggin’
Blow a hunnid and get it back again, that’s nothin’
Old n*ggas out here hatin’ like Uncle Ruckus
He pickin’ his bitch up from work in his uncle bucket
She want The Plug by Ralfy, but nothin’ come wit’ it
Exotic pop peach cream, dropped a fo’ in that bitch
She a ten but a freak, she touch her toes when I hit
Keepin’ the truth alive you already know what I’m into
Foreign whip crashin’ and spendin’ cash, I been doin’ it
I don’t care if you got me dead bang, I didn’t do it
He said he crashed whips in his car but didn’t do it
He the typa n*ggas bitches don’t pay attention to
She like, “I like you Ralfy, but you don’t pay attention to me” (The Plug)
Ooh, this mf slap I had to do this mf, no kizzy
Ooh, that bitch goin’ crazy
[Verse:]
That’s a ghost gun you got boy that pole not legit
Oh you a street fighter, better know my blower got a switch
Heavy metal on me get rock & rolled if you ain’t hit
Wrist broke, I done put the biggest stones in that bitch
I’m a coach so I charge to put pole in your bitch
Any beat I get on I legit don’t miss
The Plug be high as fuck off prescription, not Crystal
All this fat perky meat’ll fuck up bitches mental
Foreign whip crash, got 3 whips no rental
They can’t fuck wit’ me, and catchin’ up I don’t see no potential
Came a long way from commercials and residentials
Check my raps, he Flu Flamming, it’s all on my credentials
Under yo’ bitch makеup is all of my minerals
We tote thеm acronyms ‘cuz my guns got syllables
They ain’t got no diamonds in the club, n*ggas lookin’ invisible
Them cloudy stones in yo’ piece got ‘em lookin’ invisible
Chargin’ for perky meat, I think I’m Deuce Bigalow
N*ggas will hate on me in Honda Civic Fish Bowls
Gettin’ money outta different bitches, you don’t even know how to send a hoe
Soon as you n*ggas get focused you can get some dough
I be tryna chill but my neck be throwin’ temper tantrums
I done shot a hundred plus videos in different fashion
You wanna rock and roll with the Stincs, get yo’ bag up
N*gga ain’t gettin’ no money, he got bad luck
I keep heavy metal, I got the whole band tucked
There go the Stinc Team pullin’ up in Lamb’ trucks
I know life been good ‘cuz I ain’t have to blamp none
Bay-Bay kid, I was in the halls in camp thuggin’
Blow a hunnid and get it back again, that’s nothin’
Old n*ggas out here hatin’ like Uncle Ruckus
He pickin’ his bitch up from work in his uncle bucket
She want The Plug by Ralfy, but nothin’ come wit’ it
Exotic pop peach cream, dropped a fo’ in that bitch
She a ten but a freak, she touch her toes when I hit
Keepin’ the truth alive you already know what I’m into
Foreign whip crashin’ and spendin’ cash, I been doin’ it
I don’t care if you got me dead bang, I didn’t do it
He said he crashed whips in his car but didn’t do it
He the typa n*ggas bitches don’t pay attention to
She like, “I like you Ralfy, but you don’t pay attention to me” (The Plug)
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