Lover Boy

Lyrics

[Intro] (Smoov, what's good, baby?) We know the truth (Thank You Fizzle) If you thought I was a lover boy, bitch, you got the wrong one Good long stroke from the back and not no humpin' Fun fact, you play with the Plug, I'm pole bustin' He wanna fight, you can battle the fin, I'm no tussler They like, "Ralfy, work for Jake Farm, he on bumpers again" Keep my name out your dick suckers, I fuck with bitches They hatin' but they don't no nothin' 'bout comfortable [?] The ones who claim to not like the Plug wouldn't dare to go in the dungeon with [?] I'm a Jedi, fly, yes indeed the force is with me She handed me a loaf and I didn't use force to gеt it I like compact stocks but I'm more in love in hit sticks Thrеw a switch on Shanaynay, she was throwin' too many bitch fits Got an elite model, bitches hittin' me up on Finstas You gon' pay me or not? The Plug ain't got time for kid shit Bein' a billionaire is the smallest thing on my wishlist I'm bigger than life, somebody get these lil' boys the kids meal The Stinc team run the city and we ain't even got no big deal Why LA can't just give us the flowers? What's the big deal? What's the deal, you keep eighty, you keep twenty, spend a big wheel I'ma keep drinkin' lean, I don't care if it kills me I need good loaf for you to slime me up and keep it real with me Don't got not no heart, if you lookin' for my soul, it's still empty Long live the Ruler, long live Ketchy the Great, big still here with me Every time I get in the booth, they appear trippin' I speak for the ones that can't speak no more, free the real niggas The Plug like Picasso in the booth, he paint a real picture "Damn, Ralfy, you just poured a four in a one liter?" I was just checkin' trap, you can have your bitch back, just don't beat her Streets worldwide, fuck the industry, we don't need [?] Just signed a producer from one, even overseas, they can see the truth Look at my neck and wrist, come on, man, you know damn well we the truth Just slit my neck and wrist, I've been goin' emo on 'em I made a pop album, I went neo on 'em Free Kels, fuck 12, I can't wait 'til he come home My neck a snowstorm, I be havin' sub zero moments I can't wait 'til I get a plaque so I can pee all over it Bitch said, "Ralfy, you a dog," yes, indeed, a Dobermann They askin' what's in my cup, codeine and soda mix Once I let 'em off the leash, there's no need to control the pits Theplugbyralfy on the 'Gram, I be havin' the dopest 'fits [Outro] We know the truth Long live the Ruler, long live the Great, man Gang and them, no lames with them Would I love her? Hell nah Beat it, dweeb