[Intro]
Yuki, why do you have to be like this?

[Chorus]
Yeah I was fucking your bitch of course
I'm the plug I'm the source
Turn an opp to a corpse
Yeah we got them guns like the corp
Flexing those bands yeah those not yours
Talking that shit kick in his door
Pour up an eight I don't fuck with fours
Me and my Glock we going on tour
Need some xans I'm a hop on that tor
Like we marines we can go the war
I know that you broke wearing Michael Kors
Hammer on me I feel like I'm Thor
Fuck one perc yeah I need more
Spend a lot of bands on this decor
Was up at his house he ain't come outdoors
Ballin' so hard I need an award
What I got on you can't afford
Talking 'bout money I'm all in
I stay moving with caution
Smoking this I'm coughing
Leave an opp in a coffin
[Verse]
All my opps they be dropping
Yeah I turned his kid to an orphan
Yeah I fell in love with the pouring
Pour too much now I be snoring
Twelve come then we gotta floor it
Bro he growing like he was a florist
Kick the bitch out 'cause she too boring
You be rap capping you don't got foreigns
Woke up and I made a band this morning
I just poured up into this orange soda
Money on green yeah just like yoda
Yeah I Played that bitch yeah just like a controller
She sniffin' up white she sniffin' up polar
He ran up on me now his life over
Bad bitch picking me up in a rover
Yeah you better get lucky like a four leaf clover
'Cause my shooter pull up and they gonna fold ya
Hollow tips hot yeah hollow tips solar
Yeah I'm smoking on loud so that's my odor
Roll up a backwood yeah I'm a smoker
I got my Glock yeah 'cause I'm a toter
You can't be like us you just a poser
Too high too drive yeah where's my chauffeur
Kickin' shit in designer loafers
She ride me just like a coaster
That bitch bad she from the costa
Catch an opp heat him opp like a toaster
He wanna be me he mediocre
Yeah, can't be me
Me and my choppa doin' meet and greets
I be watchin' my money increase
And I'm watchin' they whole gang decrease
Woah got him gone, just over a tweet
[Chorus]
Yeah I was fucking your bitch of course
I'm the plug I'm the source
Turn an opp to a corpse
Yeah we got them guns like the corp
Flexing them bands yeah those not yours
Talking that shit kick in his door
Pour up an eight I don't fuck with fours
Me and my Glock we going on tour
Need some xans I'm a hop on that tor
Like we marines we can go the war
I know that you broke wearing Michael Kors
Hammer on me I feel like I'm thor
Fuck one perc yeah I need more
Spend a lot of bands on this decor
Was up at his house he ain't come outdoors
Ballin' so hard I need an award
What I got on you can't afford
Talking 'bout money I'm all in
I stay moving with caution
Smoking this I'm coughing
Leave an opp in a coffin