[Intro:]
Thank you Fizzle
Smoov, what’s good baby?

[Verse 1: Ralfy The Plug]
I been doing this shit these lil niggas dream about
I popped a Perc’ now I feel like Jesus now
F&N bullets knocking all my demons down
A fuselage flyin’ with the eagles now
Neiman Marcus shoppin’ I just spent a couple thousand
My wrist look like I coulda bought a house wit’ it
Yo’ bitch look astonished ‘cuz she seen my whole neck glistening
Neck from England, bitch I put a whole pound on it
Keep the snakes from ‘round me, don’t like judices around nigga
Smokin’ on za’, we don’t do the Black & Milds nigga
Play me like I’m sweet ‘cuz I’m up, we gon’ down niggas
I’m really tired of all these goof troops and clown niggas
Just becausе I got hit by your bitch don’t let that bother you
I don’t know why you hit the bitch shе was [?]
Bitch I been a fly nigga, even pilots knew it
You can’t come around Gang ‘N Em ‘cuz we don’t tolerate juices
And I only hit your bitch ‘cuz she was vibin’ to my music
I play with F&Ns and sticks, we don’t tolerate foolishness
He actin’ thirsty in the club, bitch who you with?
She like “Ralfy, who you think you is? You be movin’ swift”
You finna suck some dick, I don’t care what mood you in
She think just because I fucked she movin’ in
I plug Adderalls and Perc’, even got blues comin’ in
She handed me some money ‘cuz she like the shoes I’m in (The Plug)

[Chorus: Ralfy the Plug]
Run up on The Plug? I wouldn’t do that
You buyin’ fake drugs, I wouldn’t do that
Wearin’ Fila wit’ Givenchys, I wouldn’t do that
I’m a real street nigga, I thought you knew that
You a nerd, I’m a joint, I thought you knew that
If he snap back he gon’ get his cap blew back
Fake trippin’ on the ‘gram I wouldn’t do that
You puttin’ boof in your wood, I wouldn’t do that

[Bridge: Drakeo The Ruler]
Shit nigga, you already know what the fuck goin’ on nigga
We ain’t finna do all that nigga
We know what the truth is nigga, yeah
Straight like that

[Verse 2: Drakeo The Ruler]
Here this nigga go with this police shit again
All headshots, why you R.I.P. my friend?
Never talk to strangers I was taught that as a kid
And even if the score even nigga I’ma always win
Who brought this nigga in? (Shit)
Wearin’ Jordans, mic’ up like MJ
Shells left him dancin’ in the mirror like MJ
This chop’ got a black belt, R.I.P. sensei
Pussy nigga you are not a threat, I knew the nigga wasn’t on shit when he shot a text
“Bro, it was simply for the ‘gram, I thought that if I dissed you it’d bring me some more fans”
“Bro I’m truly sorry, why you R.I.P. my friend?”
Better luck next time but don’t try that shit again
Look, first off - that never even happened
That shit you talkin’ ‘bout really sounds like entrapment
That’ll never happen even if I’m off a Batman
Another reason I’ma end this song and stop rappin’
Stop cappin’, we done did that already
Opps block, tops off, we done slid there already
Four hunnid on my neck baby, everything creamy
Like Ben & Jerry’s nigga I’ll melt you, for real
Nigga’s ain’t gon’ take a ring up off my finger
No cellular devices when we slidin’ ‘cuz they pink ‘em (The Ruler)