Dynamic Duo

Lyrics

[Intro:] Thank you Fizzle Smoov, what's good baby? [Verse 1: Ralfy The Plug] I been doing this shit these lil niggas dream about I popped a Perc' now I feel like Jesus now F&N bullets knocking all my demons down A fuselage flyin' with the eagles now Neiman Marcus shoppin' I just spent a couple thousand My wrist look like I coulda bought a house wit' it Yo' bitch look astonished 'cuz she seen my whole neck glistening Neck from England, bitch I put a whole pound on it Keep the snakes from 'round me, don't like judices around nigga Smokin' on za', we don't do the Black & Milds nigga Play me like I'm sweet 'cuz I'm up, we gon' down niggas I'm really tired of all these goof troops and clown niggas Just becausе I got hit by your bitch don't let that bother you I don't know why you hit the bitch shе was [?] Bitch I been a fly nigga, even pilots knew it You can't come around Gang 'N Em 'cuz we don't tolerate juices And I only hit your bitch 'cuz she was vibin' to my music I play with F&Ns and sticks, we don't tolerate foolishness He actin' thirsty in the club, bitch who you with? She like "Ralfy, who you think you is? You be movin' swift" You finna suck some dick, I don't care what mood you in She think just because I fucked she movin' in I plug Adderalls and Perc', even got blues comin' in She handed me some money 'cuz she like the shoes I'm in (The Plug) [Chorus: Ralfy the Plug] Run up on The Plug? I wouldn't do that You buyin' fake drugs, I wouldn't do that Wearin' Fila wit' Givenchys, I wouldn't do that I'm a real street nigga, I thought you knew that You a nerd, I'm a joint, I thought you knew that If he snap back he gon' get his cap blew back Fake trippin' on the 'gram I wouldn't do that You puttin' boof in your wood, I wouldn't do that [Bridge: Drakeo The Ruler] Shit nigga, you already know what the fuck goin' on nigga We ain't finna do all that nigga We know what the truth is nigga, yeah Straight like that [Verse 2: Drakeo The Ruler] Here this nigga go with this police shit again All headshots, why you R.I.P. my friend? Never talk to strangers I was taught that as a kid And even if the score even nigga I'ma always win Who brought this nigga in? (Shit) Wearin' Jordans, mic' up like MJ Shells left him dancin' in the mirror like MJ This chop' got a black belt, R.I.P. sensei Pussy nigga you are not a threat, I knew the nigga wasn't on shit when he shot a text "Bro, it was simply for the 'gram, I thought that if I dissed you it'd bring me some more fans" "Bro I'm truly sorry, why you R.I.P. my friend?" Better luck next time but don't try that shit again Look, first off - that never even happened That shit you talkin' 'bout really sounds like entrapment That'll never happen even if I'm off a Batman Another reason I'ma end this song and stop rappin' Stop cappin', we done did that already Opps block, tops off, we done slid there already Four hunnid on my neck baby, everything creamy Like Ben & Jerry's nigga I'll melt you, for real Nigga's ain't gon' take a ring up off my finger No cellular devices when we slidin' 'cuz they pink 'em (The Ruler)