[Verse 1: Lefty Gunplay]
She clame six bodies, but [?] six to hit
Bitch [?]
[?] my hood [?]
Should I hit it in the Beemer or the fucking Benz?
Jumped him in the hood, now that's my friend
[?]
Have you ever seen a Mexican up in the Benz?
Hundred K bust down, A.P. on my wrist
It's the famous gangbanger, bitch, I been this shit
[?] rich shit
I feel like Philthy Rich, I bought another whip
And fuck my baby mama, I got another bitch

[Chorus: Lefty Gunplay]
I'm that boy Lefty, [?] mission impossible
[?] loaded my cemmy auto
Bitch, I'm loading my cemmy auto
I'm notorious with them hollos
I'm that boy Lefty, [?] mission impossible
[?] loaded my cemmy auto
Bitch, I'm loading my cemmy auto
I'm notorious with them hollos

[Verse 2: Ralfy the Plug]
I'm outside, 'cause I'm a famous joint
I'ma keep shitting on n***as til they get the point
I smell baken, n***a must have been with thе oinkers
My next chain, fuck around and have Fеndy pointers
Getting juice from oldheads, like Rick and Mordy
How you n***as out here still broke and you pushing 40?
In ten years, you gon' see me on Forbs' List
Hopping out of foreigns, chains looking enormous
Either you with me or against me, no corgial shit
You ain't met a n***a like me, I'm not normal, bitch
Long live the Ruler, n***a, left a whole orphanage
Stinc Team, [?] n***as on corpret shit
The Plug
[Verse 3 ?]
How you in the rap game, and still broke?
Sliding with the gang, bitch, we tryna up the scope
Chasing after gwop, ho, I'm tryna get some more
If they throw me in that room, I'ma tell them I don't know
On the gang, talking all that spice, he getting flamed
Go and ask your bitch, ain't no smut up on my name
Doing all that cliquing up, we is not the same
Leave his homie on the news, since he [?] for some fame

[Verse 4 ?]
We is not in jail, so why the fuck we finna lock it up?
We gon' [?] I don't think that we dropped enough
Snatch a n***a's chain, I don't care, tell him caufgh it up
You must be smoking spice, if you think you gon' box with us
Shop with us, bitch, I'm just like Ralfy, I'm the plug
They think it's off of rap, but it's really off of drugs
Put bullets in his face, if he out here tryna mug
This a 12 gage shotty, that's an awful lot of slugs

[Verse 5 ?]
We gon' get it out the dirt, if it's money on the floor
Ain't sparing nothing, just cap his ass and up the score
Run it up, I need some more
Got off and dropped some more
I be at your bitch house getting neck when I get bored
They know who really up, I told the suckas check the board
I knew that he was done, once I seen him hit the floor
These suckas really fans, how they pop it off the court?
Shake his whole block up, and get it popping like a cork