[Intro]
(Smoov, what's good, baby?)
Huh

[Chorus]
I hit her, then I passed her, hit the bitch with the flea flicker
Chef Ralfy put you on a platter, we'll deep dish you
We do this shit for gang, long live the Great, you know we miss you
Shittin' on n***as, we gettin' money, so we don't need tissue
I hit her, then I passed her, hit the bitch with the flea flicker
Chef Ralfy put you on a platter, we'll deep dish you
We do this shit for gang, long live the Great, you know we miss you
Shittin' on n***as, we gettin' money, so we don't need tissue


[Verse 1]
Chеf Ralfy cookin' up beef on greasy skillets
N***a wanted smokе, it was a cancer, .223s killed him
Snatchin' bitches' purse, yes indeed I'm an evil villain
Them ain't M30s, them smushed pressed penicillins
Bitches dress to impress 'cause the Stinc Team in the building
N***a doin' shit we been did, they my lil' children
Tryna beef with the Team, better kill the stunts, this ain't Fear Factor
N***a can't compete with the Team, we top tier gassers
I know you see me, neck and wrist look like chandeliers
We got out the mud, jumped off the porch, it's bastard kids
She braggin' to her friends, like, "Them n***as don't get money fast as him"
Gang and them just a bunch of dope fiend scammer pimps
Drug dealers, we flu flammin', we make bags do flips
F&N'll make the toughest n***a do ballet shit
I hit the bitch, then I hit her with the flea flicker
Bust on a bitch face, can't believe he kissed her, the Plug
[Chorus]
I hit her, then I passed her, hit the bitch with the flea flicker
Chef Ralfy put you on a platter, we'll deep dish you
We do this shit for gang, long live the Great, you know we miss you
Shittin' on n***as, we gettin' money, so we don't need tissue
I hit her, then I passed her, hit the bitch with the flea flicker
Chef Ralfy put you on a platter, we'll deep dish you
We do this shit for gang, long live the Great, you know we miss you
Shittin' on n***as, we gettin' money, so we don't need tissue

[Verse 2]
Shittin' on n***as, got diarrhea, so I'ma need some tissue
F&N shells jumpin' out the clip if I feel it's an issue
She like, "I got some money for you, Ralfy", you know I miss you
Punk bitch, you guessed if you thought I was gon' kiss you
They like, "We know you hate n***as but did you have to lynch dude?"
I'm a coach, I play the ref' to make shit official
Get fouled out, we tote TECs, your family'll miss you
I hung my cleats up, we gettin' tons of legal dough
I know you don't want me to go back to bleedin' Stincs no more
I know one thing, a punk bitch better not think I need her, though
They like, "Ralfy, you the truth, you got a greasy flow"
Neck froze, so every time I step out I think I need a coat
I'm in the barnyard with all G.O.A.T's with pieces on
I stay away from pawns, I don't need no n***as leechin' on me
We big Meech and you see the Stinc Team feastin', homie
Ten before ten, back at it again, it was an easy loaf
[Chorus]
I hit her, then I passed her, hit the bitch with the flea flicker
Chef Ralfy put you on a platter, we'll deep dish you
We do this shit for gang, long live the Great, you know we miss you
Shittin' on n***as, we gettin' money, so we don't need tissue
I hit her, then I passed her, hit the bitch with the flea flicker
Chef Ralfy put you on a platter, we'll deep dish you
We do this shit for gang, long live the Great, you know we miss you
Shittin' on n***as, we gettin' money, so we don't need tissue