[Intro]
(Thank You Fizzle)
(Smoov, what's good, baby?)

[Chorus]
I flu flam mini mansions, rap used to be my back-up field
My hitman only familiar with cash and killin'
I'm still in the streets, lil' n***a, I ain't had no deal
A n***a actin' coocoo, we'll blast his coco melon
I flu flam mini mansions, rap used to be my back-up field
My hitman only familiar with cash and killin'
I'm still in the streets, lil' n***a, I ain't had no deal
A n***a actin' coocoo, we'll blast his coco melon

[Verse 1]
A n***a actin' coocoo, we'll blast his coco melon
Don't fuck with snitches, I never promote no tellin'
Every n***a you see around me is a convicted felon
We gettin' too much money, we let the bums stick to jailin'
You got some [?] bitches, you wanna mix too much, I think you tellin'
I don't know who shot that n***a, I ain't got none of that shit for sale
N***a wanna beef with me when they know I cook up well
I see you n***as on fake dеmon time, you'll get sent to Hеll
Bitches see my different fashion, they thinkin' I'm livin' lavish
They don't know I'm still ready, five hundred bands in the kitchen cabinet
Off the Perc, I hit the bitch with the magic stick
I'm Ralph Bigelow, it's purse first, then you can have some dick
Let's get this straight, punk bitch, we are not involved
I'm always on my P's and Q's when I'm off Adderall
Beef with you? N***a, you ain't even in our catalog
All these n***as in my kids, I'm like dads to y'all, the Plug
[Chorus]
I flu flam mini mansions, rap used to be my back-up field
My hitman only familiar with cash and killin'
I'm still in the streets, lil' n***a, I ain't had no deal
A n***a actin' coocoo, we'll blast his coco melon
I flu flam mini mansions, rap used to be my back-up field
My hitman only familiar with cash and killin'
I'm still in the streets, lil' n***a, I ain't had no deal
A n***a actin' coocoo, we'll blast his coco melon

[Verse 2]
I'm still in the streets, lil' n***a, I never had no deal
They mad 'cause the jewelry in my videos and cash is real
I did my time, I kept it solid, I ain't have to steal
They like, "Why you still playin' with hit sticks from Madden still?"
The Stinc Team indictment goin' down in history as a classic tale
Free Kelsey, he'll be home soon, n***as gon' be mad as hell
Fuck all my haters and my opps, y'all mad as hell
N***as worried 'bout the Stincs don't even got cash for bail
Smokin' Plug pack, no cap, I'm high as hell
Snitches probably look in the mirror, like, "Damn, I don't know why I tell"
I don't know why I pour mud every day, I think I love the feel
I notice that disco fever when I start gettin' that pipes, I feel
Rap game too nice, they callin' us the evil villains
Once pastor Ralfy start talkin' gangster, it's an evil feelin'
Beat a n***a ass, treat him like it's the county and he was stealin'
I'm a big dog, your n***a ain't in my league, he's a pupil
[Chorus]
I flu flam mini mansions, rap used to be my back-up field
My hitman only familiar with cash and killin'
I'm still in the streets, lil' n***a, I ain't had no deal
A n***a actin' coocoo, we'll blast his coco melon
I flu flam mini mansions, rap used to be my back-up field
My hitman only familiar with cash and killin'
I'm still in the streets, lil' n***a, I ain't had no deal
A n***a actin' coocoo, we'll blast his coco melon