[Intro: Ralfy the Plug]
(AG on the beat, bitch)
The Plug, man, you n***as know the deal with me
I'm totin' the fatty for n***as that ain't feelin' me
You run up on the team, that's an eye buster instantly
I'm pourin' up a four with [?] chemistry

[Chorus: Ralfy the Plug]
We totin' them fat daddies, the real ones
Man, you better stop playin' before we kill somethin'
We totin' them fat daddies, the real ones
Man, this Glock come in handy when I'm drill mode
We totin' them fat daddies, the real ones
Man, you better stop playin' before we kill somethin'
We totin' them fat daddies, the real ones
Man, this Glock come in handy when I'm in drill mode

[Verse 1: Ralfy the Plug]
We totin' them fat daddies, the real ones
Man, this Glock come in handy when I'm in drill mode
Peach be still, that's the only peace we promote
You run up on the team, that's a fact, bae, he get smoked
I'm geekin', though, he couldn't tell from the lean promotion
I'm smokin' on a Shaq 'Wood stuffed with the best cookie
Dome shot all in his face if you test, rookie
You mad 'cause you smokin' on pom-pom with stress, pussy
You ignorant, belligerent, n***as know my section juggin'
You try to be a bully, you know I got shells for Tooken
You ignorant, belligerent, n***as know my section juggin'
You run up on that Suge Knight, you get stretched for lookin', the Plug
[Chorus: Ralfy the Plug]
We totin' them fat daddies, the real ones
Man, you better stop playin' before we kill somethin'
We totin' them fat daddies, the real ones
Man, this Glock come in handy when I'm drill mode
We totin' them fat daddies, the real ones
Man, you better stop playin' before we kill somethin'
We totin' them fat daddies, the real ones
Man, this Glock come in handy when I'm in drill mode
We totin' them fat daddies


[Verse 2: Ketchy the Great]
You know we trippin'
Kels and Wayside thuggin', squabblin' n***as
Fat-ass chopper just in case we gettin' tricky
N***a, the Stinc Team just hittin' the building, it's gettin' wicked
Poured a six in a soda, took a Perc' and got to trippin'
Clutchin' a pistol, somethin' chunky, you got an issue
Gang shit, and you n***as makin' bitch moves
Clutchin' a four five thuggin', ready to get loose
N***as ain't totin' fat daddies, that's a deuce
Big-ass MAC get to crackin', then I'm boppin' Susa
Ketchup sauce on a bitch and then I came [?]
.40 thing equipped with a stick, I might gon' shoot it
[Chorus: Ralfy the Plug]
We totin' them fat daddies, the real ones
Man, you better stop playin' before we kill somethin'
We totin' them fat daddies, the real ones
Man, this Glock come in handy when I'm drill mode
We totin' them fat daddies, the real ones
Man, you better stop playin' before we kill somethin'
We totin' them fat daddies, the real ones
Man, this Glock come in handy when I'm in drill mode
We totin' them fat daddies

[Outro]
(AG on the beat, bitch)