Ralfy N Ralfy

Lyrics

[Intro] We know the truth (Thank You Fizzle) [Verse] See me when you see me, I'm hard to miss, I look like money Keep a stick on me, ain't no nigga takin' shit from me Stinc Team the niggas that did it with no big homies They like, "Ralfy, how you ballin' with your wrist broken?" Good back massage, Plug usin' all your good lotion Foreign whip crashin', no disrespect, but I don't do Focus Kick her out at three, got me laughin', she like, "You jokin'?" Bitch, you came for head and bread, now don't lose focus You've been workin' out or somethin', bitch? You pokin' You got that fatty hangin' out, now come do somethin' with it That's the same loaf you keep postin', go do somethin' with it You ain't never seen two thousand blues, that's two hundiddies I had to bring a bra for the strap 'cause it do got titties Bullеts hit him like Xanax 'cause dude got еnergy I be doin' whatever I want, so they don't like me I be puttin' that shit on like a Hypebeast When I say I'm doggin' hoes, don't think I'm lyin' Never love a bitch, I ain't Saving Private Ryan Bitches screenshot and try to save it if I replied to 'em Not a street fighter, I keep it on me, don't get Hadoken If he try to double cross, he gon' get crucifixed Goin' crazy, I done put my oldest verses with my newest shit I put Ralfy and Ralfy on the song, it still don't miss Rest in peace to Mac Dre, he was too legit I don't see how these niggas broke, better use a bitch Bitch keep talkin' 'bout she cold, can I move my wrist? He on demon time on Pro Tools, but he ain't like that He the type of nigga, go to the county and not fight back I was 'bout to say some hard shit, then got sidetracked Niggas really thinkin' they big Meech and sellin' dime bags He out here dwellin' on the past, he want his life back He got chipped, Frito-Lay, can't get that life back Diamonds on my neck breakdancin', yours finance Get your broke ass off my car, I see you on my side cameras (The Plug)