[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 (Yeah)
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 (Fag)
I ain't tryna keep her, you can have her by the p.m (Bitch)
[?] 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 buffs (Ho)
Fuck it, hit the exit, let's light this bitch up (Ugh)
Skrrt off in the 'Cat, know it ain't no gettin' up (What? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yah)

[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