[Intro: Jose Guapo]
Yeah
Million Dollar Plugs shit, you know?
Million Dollar Kidd [?]
Young Guapo, Young Guapo, Young Guapo, Young Guapo
Uh huh

[Chorus: Jose Guapo]
You say you from the streets? Well, we from that gutter, though
You say you from the streets? Well, we from that gutter, though
I ain't your average artist, I keep a smoke pole
I ain't your average artist, I keep a smoke pole
Even all the bitches know I came up in the dope hole
Even all the bitches know I came up in the rat holes
I ain't your average artist, I ain't your average artist
I ain't your average artist, I ain't your average artist

[Verse 1: Jose Guapo]
I ain't your average artist
So please learn how to approach a player
My n***as gon' take all my charges
'Cause they know I'm gon' pay the bail
We smoke more weed than the forest
Young Guapo, Young Guapo the mayor
Damn, I shitted on them
Ooh, I know they gon' hate the smell
We got bags for wholesale
Trapping and capping out hotels
Fox fur, I'm a coat tail
Overseas, they come through the mail
I swear, I'm not your average artist
All my n***as ready to get retarded
I'm a kingpin, I'm the largest
My n***as hit one of the targets, bitch
[Verse 2: XVL Shot]
Mixing the medicine, you know I'm a chemist
Pull up in Fantas and share you a twenty
Italian, might get on some like Mr. Bentley
Money just coming, you know we got plenty
Shooters, they lurking, they working with Semis
I'm the menace, they calling me Dennis
Open your mouth, I'll go in like a dentist
Watching the wrist, I got all of the fish
And we knuckling, though, we know nothing but fisting
We making that noise, how 'bout you listen?
Scratch it, scratch it, make it back
[?] clothes, that's a Maybach
I'm rolling, n***a, this my tenth bag
Wood, n***a, leave your face flat
I've been on it and I ain't coming back
Out of space school, where the moon at?

[Verse 3: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Came from the dope hole on Candler Road with the killers and robbers
Keep a throwaway revolver
Used to ride around with the chopper, looking for a plug just to rob him
Came from the gutter
Used to serve junkies, can't believe it's not butter
Jumping fishes, junkie undercovers
Fuck them, if I don't get it, then I gotta go bust them
Riding around with a hundred-fifty rounds
Fuck a wrapper, I'ma send them to your town
Never had shit, n***a had to stay down
Used to trap it on the Greyhound
You a pussy n***a, they gon' make you lay face down
Fuck a runner, I done ran it up
I got a million dollar plug
I get it on my face now
[Verse 4: Yak Gotti]
My diamonds, they glistening
I might as well pass you, I know you got a [?]
I promise those lit up
Yak Gotti, I'm gon' let these little n***as feel it
I swear, I promise I won't stop until I get me a beautician
You dig it?
Y-G, J-G, love me, hate me
Speed racing Mercedes, four wall gun on safety
Pablo, what we taking? No copping deuces, saving
We leaving, but don't pay me, I'm from the real [?] Haiti

[Verse 5: DC White]
I touched down on the west side in a bluff n***a whip, we run it up
I'm serving J's off the Sprinter bus, I'm serving Gambino, I don't know cut
All these plays, I ain't had enough, ride a double-R, no Range Rover
Killed the block with the baking soda, dope on my Margielas, whip it over
Pop a molly, night like Hangover
Fuck a model, she ain't staying over
I'm in the trenches, ducking red dogs
Free my n***as, accept the Feds' calls
"DC" means "don't come"
AR with the hundred round drum
I'm on Sunset, trying to chase the sun
The best out, yeah, Zone 1
[Chorus: Jose Guapo]
You say you from the streets? Well, we from that gutter, though
You say you from the streets? Well, we from that gutter, though
I ain't your average artist, I keep a smoke pole
I ain't your average artist, I keep a smoke pole
Even all the bitches know I came up in the dope hole
Even all the bitches know I came up in the rat holes
I ain't your average artist, I ain't your average artist
I ain't your average artist, I ain't your average artist