[Intro: Ralfy the Plug]
(Man, is that Yori?)
Not at all
(Smoov, what's good, baby?)
Huh, we know the truth

[Chorus: Ralfy the Plug]
Stupid bitch thought she was gon' kiss me, not at all
When gang and them doin' slidin', you was not involved
It's some young coaches in my circle that's a lot of bosses
I don't feel sorry for the opps, they took a lot of losses
Stupid bitch thought she was gon' kiss me, not at all
When gang and them doin' slidin', you was not involved
It's some young coaches in my circle that's a lot of bosses
I don't feel sorry for the opps, they took a lot of losses

[Verse 1: Ralfy the Plug]
When you mention my name, better talk with caution
It's a lot of rats doin' it big, that's a lot of possums
All you n***as runnin', is y'all mouth, y'all is not no bosses
Diamonds water splash, super soaker, came out the faucet
She put a ten-piece of hundreds inside the offering
You ain't got no bads for Pastor Ralfy, then stop the talkin'
Bitch broke, can't stay with me, that is not no option
I don't know why the bitch actin' sadity when she's a soccer bopper
Fake pimps talkin' 'bout you didn't knock her proper
You can beat the bitch all you want, that is not gon' stop her
I'm the truth, I keep it player, I ain't gotta sock her
Get it out a bitch, I'm on the Stinc about my dollar
I was really in the streets, I am not no scholar
Preachin' to a punk bitch like I'm Creflo Dollar
Everywhere the Plug go, the TEC gon' follow
Since he wearin' 10K, gon' left with hollows, the Plug
[Chorus: Ralfy the Plug]
Stupid bitch thought she was gon' kiss me, not at all
When gang and them doin' slidin', you was not involved
It's some young coaches in my circle that's a lot of bosses
I don't feel sorry for the opps, they took a lot of losses
Stupid bitch thought she was gon' kiss me, not at all
When gang and them doin' slidin', you was not involved
It's some young coaches in my circle that's a lot of bosses
I don't feel sorry for the opps, they took a lot of losses

[Verse 2: Drakeo the Ruler]
Why Puntai what? Is y'all retarded?
Eighteen hundred dollar pants on and they not from Marshalls
It's a gallery of guns in my department
I could pull off 4 K's when I pop compartments
Say you wanna beef, oh, let's do it like Waka Flocka
That sudden fortuning is dead, that's not my problem
You never play ball in the field, you a soccer mama
I'm finna fill a n***a head with hot tamales
Eye of the tiger when I'm lookin' for boxing [?]
It's a cold day in Hell when I'm sportin' this watch from Rami
You totin' guns for Instagram, you is not gon' pop 'em
These .223 shells'll split medulla oblongatas
They know that I'm a problem, bitches know that I'm a scholar
Benjamin Franklin, you know they in my pocket
Close that backdoor 'cause I know these n***as plottin'
A Hadoken in this chop, bitch, you know it came from Ryu, ugh
[Chorus: Ralfy the Plug]
Stupid bitch thought she was gon' kiss me, not at all
When gang and them doin' slidin', you was not involved
It's some young coaches in my circle that's a lot of bosses
I don't feel sorry for the opps, they took a lot of losses
Stupid bitch thought she was gon' kiss me, not at all
When gang and them doin' slidin', you was not involved
It's some young coaches in my circle that's a lot of bosses
I don't feel sorry for the opps, they took a lot of losses