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[Intro] (Yeah, Bxnji) [Verse 1: Ralfy the Plug] Tear it off, bitch, I like money, it ain't rocket science Stincs run LA, that's a fact with no alliance I hate broke niggas and broke bitches, I guess I'm biased Bitch, this some G.O.A.T. dick, she said, "I wanna try it" I'm a tiger in the jungle, you a bobcat, stop the lyin' Niggas on the 'net doin' all that who [?], they homies dyin' Man, stop playin' with the Plug, man, you know my [?] My street tool was a chop, nigga, not no pliers You big cap on the 'net, in the streets, he not gon' try it There's some shells in the clip that'll knock down Goliath This baby loaf I got'll get a nigga touched with the Midas A lot of these niggas gassed up, but we can tell they lyin' Gang and them cold with the fin, he'll touch up your lineup Don't come pump fakin' with the Plug doin' that fake sizin' up [?] say LA niggas broke, that shit don't apply to us Every time they see the Plug on my biased stuff Yeah, I know I got the loaf, bitch, but I'm still not buyin' you stuff Good perky meat be fuckin' these bitches' mind up I be lookin' over these small fries like a giant I can go anywhere in the city with my gun (Yeah, bitch) [Chorus: Ralfy the Plug] A lot of niggas don't like me, wanna be like me Double down F&Ns, I keep Siamese twins You can't walk in my shoes, you can't fit these size tens The only thing [?] is my wrist A lot of niggas don't like me, wanna be like me Double down F&Ns, I keep Siamese twins You can't walk in my shoes, you can't fit these size tens The only thing [?] is my wrist [Verse 2: Zoe Osama] I ain't tryna be your friend, fuck your sympathy [?] seen a new [?], ho, it's in me [?] knocked down, watch your friends, he turn to enemies Ain't no cappin' in my music, ho, this really me I ain't gotta lie, I made a bag and put a check up Bitch, I dropped up out of school, hold them testers Headshot, chest shot, applyin' pressure Ho, we thuggin', ain't got time for no lectures Yeah, we just ate, but on the gang, we want extras Thuggin' with the [?], whoever trippin', we gon' press him, ayy Pay attention 'cause the chopper teachin' lessons (Nigga) Have a nigga runnin', bullets flyin' in his direction (Ayy) When you make it out the hood, that's a blessin' (That's a blessin') Another rapper lost his chain, stop flexin', ayy You can fight if you want, ho, I'm aggressive I like the chopper, but the .40 fit me better, ayy Niggas think they better (Ayy), yeah, whatever (Uh-huh) Don't you ever change on your niggas, I mean never [?] see the gang on the gang, that's forever Thuggin' with the Stincs, if you know you do better Bitch Mr. Underrated, ho, that been me Man, this shit not only on me, bitch, it's in me .40s and .9s, hollow tips and semis Bitch, I'ma keep shootin' 'til it's empty Twenty-four hours, shop open like Denny's Niggas still backdoor for some pennies Keep a nine hundred, give a fuck about who feel me, ayy And you ain't even gotta ask, they comin' with me, nigga [Outro] (Tha New Cartel Music)