[Verse 1]
Please stand far from the fuck shit
You ain't gettin' chip, you ain't at the party, you can't function
I let a free-spirit bitch it's goin' wild at the functions
Nowadays you ain't see us, you ain't ride with a drumstick
Now I left the bitch delirious, I just entered a bum bitch
She in there and feelin' curious, take his jewelry at gunpoint
Naw, I don't ever think she serious 'til she bring me some coins
I love a freaky lil' bitch that use her tongue and her neck first
A very pretty lil' skis ball, it's y'alls

[Verse 2]
I put the dick up in her tummy, she got good walls
I'm standin' tall at the top, they wish I would fall
I slipped him out his shit, but who's to say that that's against thе law?
Connected with the Plug, thе opps know we finna get involved
Ayy, I'm a quarterback, throwin' bones to all my dogs
Social yeah rats, [?] bitches servin' out the trap
They like, "Can we please take your order?", put n***as in the deep dish
[?] around the corner, you n***as gon' sneak diss?
Oh, y'all sure you wanna go around n***as tote K clips?

[Verse 3]
Are you sure you wanna argue with this F&N? It's big whips
Know she got mad and called her father, I fucked up and cheat it
Yeah, my phone don't even bother, I'm faded off old hits
Internet with all the drama, we orderin' more hits
Send a n***a to Aunt Jemima, his mama the whole clique
I want ninety-nine commas, so problems are not fit
Is you tryna hand it over? Keep flexin' the same strip
I ain't at the motherfuckin' show here destined to get kicked
[Verse 4]
I fucked the bitch one time, now she sayin' she my bitch
I got options, baby girl, I could promise you not it
How you gon' tell me slow it down? My n***a, this my whip
I'm doin' things with the team that's makin' us all rich
Put a bullet in his skull, oh, damn, where you go?
Police askin', I don't know, where you was at when I was low?
I've been broke large and chains, blue hundreds, pink fifties, green dubs for me
I hit my chili cheese dance, but I don't play up, dummy
I can handle opps, tell God keep the scums from me
If she don't break bread or fuck good, she get no love from me

[Verse 5: Ralfy the Plug]
Talkin' to God like, "Can You keep these bums away from me?"
Told the bitch, "If you don't like the way I'm livin', you can pray for me"
You want some good perky meat? You can pay for it
My opps was in the county gettin' beat up by a skateboarder
I net say five hundred thousand, but I made more
"How much you think you really worth, Ralfy? Way more?"
Free the important people that didn't say a word
Free all the joints that done put shit on shirts
Pulled up on a bitch like, "What's in your purse?"
Why stop if every month I got bills on the first?
Gang and them heard you got seals and they thirsty
Welcome to the city of LA where they purgin', the Plug
[Verse 6]
Don't get shot for tryna mean mug
Your daddy from the hood, what that mean? I give no fucks
Give him twelve out the Glock, that's a whole bunch
You said you spinned what? Don't act chain, why it don't bust?
Any sympathy for opps? Not even a little
N***as wanna be just like me, it's not that simple
Spinned the block as a fashion, Fendi on my dribble
I keep lead to erase, new chop named Pencil
And this for all the Instagram gang members
Case you give me head or we Klu Klux hang n***as
He touch a lil' money, see the change in him
He gon' give it up and if he don't, let that thing hit him