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

[Verse]
I told her I'm a dog, not the n***a you used to know
They like, "The Plug offbeat, the truth is they ain't used to the flow"
Told a bitch, "Pull your pants up", I need the usual throat
Real elite shit talkin', got them reusable quotes
Gang and them drag race with foreigns, just doin' the most
He can't keep up in the bucket 'cause he's drivin' too slow
Hit her from the Perc for an hour, then got massaged with her lotion
I can upgrade you, bitch, come vibe with the goat
In a room full of rap rappers but my diamonds shinin' the most
I'm the best at rappin' facts, I'm just rhymin' the truth
They put the yellow tape up, it's a crime in the booth
If that n***a said we was goin' broke, he lyin' to you
Twin Glocks, Zack and Cody, in the hotel lobby off muddy moseley
I see you peekin' but not speakin', if you ain't got no money, don't approach me
Proceed with caution 'cause I'm awesome, bitch, I'm not no geek
I see a lot of bums in y'all circles but not my team
Trophies on top of trophy gardens not my league
A lot of y'all went to the playoff games but didn't get no ring
If you ain't heard about the Stinc Team, I'm finna get you up to speed
They like bustdown custom pieces and we big on lean
We pull up in them cool whips 'cause we big on cream
Cash rules everything around me, I keep that shit on me
Too much dog shit on me, actin' like my shit don't stink
F&N bullets'll make a n***a do a backflip if he blink
Bitch, how you broke and you ain't got no blisters on your feet?
Talkin' 'bout it was dry, nah, bitch, you went to sleep
Who was the n***as pullin' up in them foreigns? It's the Stincs
My opps panhandlers, wishin' they could get like me
I can't think of another n***a talkin' factual shit like me
Rest in peace in ten minutes what I did to the beat
She gave me extra tip and told me I'm the shit in the sheets
Lift up his shirt and seen his ribs 'cause he ain't get no good eats
Shrimp, steak and lobster, and lamb chops straight from Chef Grizzly
Any bitch that wasn't followin' with my program gon' miss me
(Lifted up his shirt and seen his ribs 'cause he ain't get no good eats)
Rest in peace in ten minutes what I did to the beat