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[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 niggas 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 niggas ready to get retarded I'm a kingpin, I'm the largest My niggas 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, nigga, this my tenth bag Wood, nigga, 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, nigga had to stay down Used to trap it on the Greyhound You a pussy nigga, 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 niggas 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 nigga 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 niggas, 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