Famous Joint

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Ralfy the Plug - Rap, Independent

Famous Joint

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[Intro: Lefty Gunplay] It's the famous gangbanger OTR And the Plug, Stinc Team, Ralfy the Plug, Lefty Gunplay Gang [Chorus: Ralfy the Plug] You couldn't be me if you tried to, got chops like Thai food Get back, the Drac' got a blast like Ryu Stinc Team, we start waves like typhoons The Plug did a hundred million on iTunes [Verse 1: Ralfy the Plug] This ain't that dickie chuck hoppin' out a low rider We hoppin' out of foreign whips lookin' like the Globetrotters Your bitch wanna come outside, nigga, don't hide her All these niggas think they fly, ain't no pilots A broke rapper, all he know I do is promote violence I'ma keep shittin' on niggas, bitch, don't mind me I got knots that can't fold, ain't did no crime Put me in the booth, I'll rest in peace the beat in no timin' I know your type go to jail and tell on your crime I got stupid dough, don't need a label to come sign me He a rapper, he got money so they side with him We both got Rollies but mine newer so our time different I get money for real, rappin' just a side mission Nigga caught a head tap tryna be a top nigga Like collects, you came together, you goin' to box with him? She like, "I know them VVSs 'cause your rocks clear" Every middle school I went to, they got me outta there Henry Clay, Bret Harte, Gompers, and John Muir Whoppin' ass, they like, "We need to get his mom here" If you tryna know if I'ma join, bitch, I'm top tier, the Plug [Verse 2: Lefty Gunplay] Said I'll slide down violent with the Maybach on bullshit The bitch wanna eat In-N-Out, order me the number four, bitch Dreams of the Forbes list, thuggin' on [?] I was thuggin' for the S ix, hoppin' out the Porsche quick I said I started off in VP high, I'll get my ass whopped 'Til I started bangin' the kings, had they ass shook Nonchalant tracksuit, black gloves, black shoes I'll be masked up every time I had a fuckin' suit It's too bad they shooter, extendoI do 'round my waist Prayin' for better days, they finally fuckin' came I don't really give a fuck, bitch, I bang the K I'm a gangbanger first before the rapping, mane Through all my trials and tribulations, juggin' and finessin' Big-body Benz, big VVSs Tension in my section, I'm gettin' head in the Benz And I'm pendin' investigation 247 against me And I'm ridin' for my dog, dog I'm sorry, mama, I forgot to pray to God, dog It's the famous gangbanger, murk him in the crosswalk [?] detergent, heard you work at Ross, dog [Chorus: Ralfy the Plug] You couldn't be me if you tried to, got chops like Thai food Get back, the Drac' got a blast like Ryu Stinc Team, we start waves like typhoons The Plug did a hundred million on iTunes

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  • Ralfy the Plug
  • Lefty Gunplay