[Verse]
That n***a hating, but he rockin' Reebok, this XD on me, make him beatbox
Killin' Dakota? Hm, he thought
Said he got bitches, he fuck with an e-thot (Ooh shit, man)
I'm flipping shit, like I'm Rob Van Dam, he got a stick, but it god-damn jammed
That ho tried holdin' my god-damn hand
Put the strap to his brain, now I call him a, “Dick-head”
GTA, bitch, you failin' the mission
Shooter from Detroit, I ain't talkin' the Pistons, no cotton, but your bitch is pickin'
Woah, woah, woah, don't cancel me
I call her phone, and that lil' ho gon' answer me
I cool her down, now that girl is a fan of me
Fuckin' her once, now I'm part of the family
I hit it once, and then I'm finna dip off
One, two, three, bitch, I'm ready for lift-off
Pee in her cereal, now that bitch pissed off
Bitch off the cigarettes, smokin' a menthol
Scammin' your unclе, he doin' my taxes
NBA, bitch, you not in my bracket
Not talkin' tеnnis, my money, I rack it
Blow a bomb in this bitch, I Iraq it
Spanish ho talkin', I call IRS
Been up all night, man, I ain't get no rest
Countin' up money, boy, you know the rest
She tryna cuff me, ain't talkin' arrest (Gang)
[Chorus]
I’m fouling the plug (Bitch, I’m fouling the plug)
I’m fouling the plug, bitch (Gang, bitch)
I’m fouling the plug (Bitch, I’m fouling the plug)
I’m fouling the plug, gang (On gang)
I’m fouling the plug (I’m fouling the plug)
I’m fouling the plug (Like on God)
I’m fouling the plug (Plug, gang)
I’m fouling the plug (On God)

[Verse 2]
Bullets gon come out, just like its a new-born
Tell that ho, “Move around”, she a, “U-Whore”
Ain’t making money, you sad, n***a, you poor
We smoking that boy, like a Newport
Choppa got range, and I ain’t talking limitless
Started the beef, n***a, you better finish it
My diamonds wet, you might fuck round and swim in it
She suck me up, n***a, no I ain’t kissing it
I’m in her mouth like a dentist, bitch, shit like a chemist, I’m finna go fu- fuck!
Donald the stick, n***a, you better duck
I ain’t talking a shirt, but, I’m keeping it tucked
Not from Milwaukee, I keep it a buck, and my choppa a x-ray, it see through your lungs
I’m kicking shit, like I’m Madden
Not talking drug, but, she sent me the addy
Upping the stick, make him run to his pappy
I kick her out, now she tryna slap me, “Damn”
[Pre-Chorus]
I keep my K, as a form of security
Shoutout Wes, I don’t think that they heard me
I’m in her guts, now she tryna marry me
Man, I stay with my dogs like a furry
Show me yo clit lil ho, I’m in a hurry
AF1’s, n***a, they never dirty
She eating me, she related to Kirby
Shooting shit, man, I’m clutch, like I’m Curry (Gang)

[Chorus]
I’m fouling the plug (Bitch, I’m fouling the plug)
I’m fouling the plug, bitch (Gang, bitch)
I’m fouling the plug (Bitch, I’m fouling the plug)
I’m fouling the plug, gang (On gang)
I’m fouling the plug (I’m fouling the plug)
I’m fouling the plug (Like on God)
I’m fouling the plug (Plug, gang)
I’m fouling the plug (On God)

[Outro Verse]
He in the trenches, in need of a hand, man, my chop like a PB&J, never jam
Really don’t know what I’m doing, come to his reunion, then I’m finna shoot up his fam
M-man I got too many ho’s in my phone, got a white one, but, she is in need of a tan
Neighbors, they all at my door asking, “Why it’s so loud”, n***a, I’m finna slap me a Karen (Slap me a Karen)