[Chorus: Chiefin' Heavily]
I used to do songs, but now I do verses
When you livin' high, like livin', you gotta tax n***as
Drop a hundiddy on the wannabe rap n***a
Get him wrapped up off the F&N
Ridin' in the Benz, it's just me and my friends
Servin' the fiends with one in the head
Get it out the bitch, she better bring my ends
N***a, don't be mad when the pack don't land

[Verse 1: Ralfy the Plug]
I'm really gettin' money, I'm not these wannabe rap n***as
You lookin' broke and dangerous like you wanna be cap, n***a?
Oh, y'all came together, you'll gеt head tapped with him
When thеse rats try to be active, we call 'em Master Splinter
When it come to ballin', like Spalding, I'm not a beginner
She thought it was Pippy Long but it was my stiffler
Came with Long John Silver, I'll turn beef to dinner
If you thought you was fuckin' with me, y'all some weak contenders
I see you walkin' 'round dusty in that cheap-ass denim
Toes hurtin' from stealin' shoes that he can't fit
He ain't got juice from the Plug and got a remix berry
Wonderin' when the shit with coach Ralfy, gotta play deep, bitch
The Plug

[Chorus: Chiefin' Heavily]
I used to do songs, but now I do verses
When you livin' high, like livin', you gotta tax n***as
Drop a hundiddy on the wannabe rap n***a
Get him wrapped up off the F&N
Ridin' in the Benz, it's just me and my friends
Servin' the fiends with one in the head
Get it out the bitch, she better bring my ends
N***a, don't be mad when the pack don't land
[Verse 2: NipscoGang Foreign]
This bitch off the window lookin' for the pack (Where the box at?)
It's on the way, brodie, ain't no need to track it (Nah)
I ain't Sexyy Red but I keep a ratchet (Glrrt)
Poured up a deuce to myself, I ain't tryna match it (Nah)
All this ice on, brodie need a jacket (Jacket, n***a)
Shittin' on the opps, we do that shit for practice (Yeah)
Only time you got money when your bitch did her taxes
How you trappin' where you stay? Boy, you livin' backwards (Dumbass n***a)
Bitch, I'm Chiefin' Heavily (Yeah)
Me and my dogs came up off the pedigree (N***a)
And I'm havin' stripes like a referee (Yeah)
He think them SIs bustin', bro, let him be

[Chorus: Chiefin' Heavily]
I used to do songs, but now I do verses
When you livin' high, like livin', gotta tax n***as
Drop a hundiddy on the wannabe rap n***a
Get him wrapped up off the F&N
Ridin' in the Benz, it's just me and my friends
Servin' the fiends with one in the head
Get it out the bitch, she better bring my ends
N***a, don't be mad when the pack don't land

[Verse 3: Young Bull]
Gang and them got these n***as sick
I'm mud walkin' with a pint, you know I'm ridin' with a brick
Got a big loaf on me, all blue benjamins
Took a trip down around me, told my n***a, "Flood the kit"
Broke on her, I ain't even want the bitch
I'm too greedy for the oochies, told her, "Put it in my hand"
Don't be mad when that pack don't land
He sent the wrong numbers, now I had to tax his ass
Blower in the stash, duckin' from crash
Shoot a n***a with the chop, you know I had to shit bag him
Yellow tape the scene, I had to gift wrap him
All these n***as pump fakin', yeah, these n***as is actors
[Chorus: Chiefin' Heavily]
I used to do songs, but now I do verses
When you livin' high, like livin', you gotta tax n***as
Drop a hundiddy on the wannabe rap n***a
Get him wrapped up off the F&N
Ridin' in the Benz, it's just me and my friends
Servin' the fiends with one in the head
Get it out the bitch, she better bring my ends
N***a, don't be mad when the pack don't land