Uncle Corolla Ralfy the Plug

[Intro]
(Thank You Fizzle)

[Chorus]
I knew that nigga was a cop from his combover
Mom's like, "God got you, why you bring that gun over?"
Three-hundred in a pop, bitch, no, you can't have none of my soda
I'm in a foreign, and you still in your uncle Corolla
I knew that nigga was a cop from his combover
Mom's like, "God got you, why you bring that gun over?"
Three-hundred in a pop, bitch, no, you can't have none of my soda
I'm in a foreign, and you still in your uncle Corolla

[Verse]
I'm on my third foreign, you still in your uncle Corolla
Three-hundred in a pop, bitch, you know I spill mud in my soda
Every time you see The Plug, you know the gun on his holster
All my niggas gettin' money, bitch, ain't none of them broke niggas
I fucked a bad bitch that got a loaf, I'm a gold digger
They fuckin' with the plug 'cause they know I'm for sure a winner
I'm gettin' real money, and that nigga's a ass sniffer
We the winnin' team, the streets know who bag bigger
Extended shots on the Glock 'cause I stay in the trenches
Fake tough niggas tryna plot, but they hang with snitches
Even Ray Charles can see these niggas a gang of bitches
Pussy niggas soft as fuck, they a gang of kitties, The Plug