[Intro]
(Bullet Loko on the beat, huh?)

[Chorus: Ralfy the Plug]
She a backseat bandit, so I had to hit her with the tip drill
He a lame, he'll do anything his bitch will
I told her take me off the 'Gram, but you need to chill
Better stop that mean muggin' 'fore shit get real
A backseat bandit, so I had to hit her with the tip drill
He a lame, he'll do anything his bitch will
I told her take me off the 'Gram, but you need to chill
Better stop that mean muggin' 'fore shit get real

[Verse 1: Ralfy the Plug]
She a back seat bandit, so I had to hit her with the smackdown
She said she want thе dick raw, but I'm not a clown
N***a say he a thug, we know the truth, hе just wanna be down
I got his bitch gave me strips 'cause he come around
Hit his bitch with the tip drill and her guts wildin'
Stupid bitch, I can't love you 'cause I'm too childish
Hundred bands in clothes in one 'fit, bitch, my crew stylin'
Three flippin' Louis, I don't care if they cost two thousand
He a lame, he'll do anything his bitch will
Only if he knew the type of shit she do off them pills
He a lame, he'll do anything his bitch will
Only if he knew the type of shit she do off them pills, the Plug
[Chorus: Ralfy the Plug]
She a backseat bandit, so I had to hit her with the tip drill
He a lame, he'll do anything his bitch will
I told her take me off the 'Gram, but you need to chill
Better stop that mean muggin' 'fore shit get real
A backseat bandit, so I had to hit her with the tip drill
He a lame, he'll do anything his bitch will
I told her take me off the 'Gram, but you need to chill
Better stop that mean muggin' 'fore shit get real

[Verse 2: Ketchy the Great]
I cannot be lovin' on that bitch, I told her, "Knock it off"
Fuck a n***a bitch, he throwin' fits, I think he pissed off
Ain't talkin' 'bout the oochies on my phone and this a missed call
Threw away the Gucci, I'm in Louis, I'm droppin' racks off
I'm foreign whip slidin' with a chop, I brought the bags out
I really sit and joke about the opps, I laugh out loud
[?], I'ma pop him, I don't smoke a Black & Mild
Ain't talkin' to the cops, let's box 'em, goin' to trial
I got titties on the chopper, squeeze, milk him like a cow
The Stinc Team run the streets, these other n***as stole the style
I'm smokin' zaza pack out a bag, I'm blowin' loud
She a backseat bandit, my dick jumpin' out her mouth

[Chorus: Ralfy the Plug & Snap Dogg]
She a backseat bandit, so I had to hit her with the tip drill
He a lame, he'll do anything his bitch will
I told her take me off the 'Gram, but you need to chill
Better stop that mean muggin' 'fore shit get real
A backseat bandit, so I had to hit her with the tip drill
He a lame, he'll do anything his bitch will
I told her take me off the 'Gram, but you need to chill (Yeah)
Better stop that mean muggin' 'fore shit get real (Slide)
[Verse 3: Snap Dogg]
I like one ho, two hoes, I got plenty of 'em (I do)
And they all bring the bag, I ain't gotta love 'em
And these hoes ain't shit, I'll never trust 'em (No)
You fell in love with the pussy so you gotta cuff 'em (Ugh)
You the type of n***a goin' through your bitch DM
I ain't tryna keep her, you can have her by the p.m
[?] softest n***a in the club, always actin' tough
I just signaled my shooter, he'll tear this bitch up
I seen him muggin' over there, lil' n***as tryna rush
I'm from Detroit, bitch n***a, you'll never take these bucks
Fuck it, hit the exit, let's light this bitch up
Skrrt off in the 'Cat, know it ain't no gettin' up

[Chorus: Ralfy the Plug]
She a backseat bandit, so I had to hit her with the tip drill
He a lame, he'll do anything his bitch will
I told her take me off the 'Gram, but you need to chill
Better stop that mean muggin' 'fore shit get real
A backseat bandit, so I had to hit her with the tip drill
He a lame, he'll do anything his bitch will
I told her take me off the 'Gram, but you need to chill
Better stop that mean muggin' 'fore shit get real