Who Car We Using

Lyrics

[Intro] (Smoov, what's good, baby?) [Chorus: Ralfy the Plug] I make shit for niggas gettin' money, this ain't no party music Gang and them trilled to go slidin', who car we usin'? Everything the Plug drop is hot, I make arson music I'll put a beam on a nigga head, give him the mark of Buddah I make shit for niggas gettin' money, this ain't no party music Gang and them trilled to go slidin', who car we usin'? Everything the Plug drop is hot, I make arson music I'll put a beam on a nigga head, give him the mark of Buddah [Verse 1: Ralfy the Plug] The Stinc team be really gettin' money, this is not an illusion Bitch, I like head and bread so it's no confusion I know you gave her money for some pussy 'cause she gave it to mе Chains swangin', hoppin' out of spaceships nothin' major to me Make surе you keep the camera on, it's gon' be a major movie Nah, I don't want no pussy from you, bitch, you can save them cooties Late night with a can of Ruger got me feelin' like Freddy Kreuger It's a street nigga in the jungle, tryna find me a famous cougar Niggas lyin', talkin' 'bout they knocked my teeth out, that's a famous rumor All the homies had a session with your bitch, she's a famous tutor I'm probably cool to listen to all my songs 'cause there ain't no bloopers How the Plug get some money from your bitch and she ain't no chooser? Put a hole in a nigga head, give him the mark of Buddah Diamonds breakdancin', Mr. Whiskers and my buddah This ain't for shakin' ass, this is for you to get your moolah I ain't goin' back and forth for no opp, who car we usin'? The Plug [Chorus: Ralfy the Plug] I make shit for niggas gettin' money, this ain't no party music Gang and them trilled to go slidin', who car we usin'? Everything the Plug drop is hot, I make arson music I'll put a beam on a nigga head, give him the mark of Buddah I make shit for niggas gettin' money, this ain't no party music Gang and them trilled to go slidin', who car we usin'? Everything the Plug drop is hot, I make arson music I'll put a beam on a nigga head, give him the mark of Buddah [Verse 2: Drakeo the Ruler] Any nigga go against the team gon' be target practice I hit him with the erk and jerk, he's a party [?] [?] his brains, that'll boost your lil' name so I charged the shooter Maniac, don't got it all, I'm partially stupid These drums and bass that I bought made the party scramble Banana clips in my fist, thought he saw chimpanzees It get hot in Hell's kitchen, she call up Ramsay Wonton chopsticks like it's Kung Fu Panda If we hoopin', I'll be shootin' all month like it's March Madness It was a joke when he died but I'm not laughin' He had a stick, I had a drum, guess I shot faster Left cancer holes in his throat, they like "Stop lastin'" The car dragged him, it's tragic, it's cop sirens He always keep a street sweep, why is mops by him? These niggas police, lil' jabronies He smelled what the rock cookin', I'm a stoney, nigga [Chorus: Ralfy the Plug] I make shit for niggas gettin' money, this ain't no party music Gang and them trilled to go slidin', who car we usin'? Everything the Plug drop is hot, I make arson music I'll put a beam on a nigga head, give him the mark of Buddah I make shit for niggas gettin' money, this ain't no party music Gang and them trilled to go slidin', who car we usin'? Everything the Plug drop is hot, I make arson music I'll put a beam on a nigga head, give him the mark of Buddah [Verse 3: Ralfy the Plug] They like, "Ralfy be smokin' gas, no, that nigga pooted" What you thought, the Plug was goin' broke? You must be stupid How you ever expect to get a win? Your gang is losers They like, "The Plug flow hot, he make arson music" This the type of shit you cut in the car when the gang is troopin' Everybody know the Plug was up gettin' money before the roosters You don't want me, bitch, I'm for the birds and that pussy cockadoo If it's beef then gang and them bringin' shells like taco Tuesday Bum bitch, better not play with me, I'm not in the mood today I'm only open up to gettin' money, ain't no room for changin' I got mob ties, get you whacked, I'm a funeral arranger Money and drugs the only thing make your bitch get in the coupe with a stranger She don't want no pipsqueak, she like hangin' 'round dangerous niggas I was a Billy badass, I was the type of nigga late to detention You was thuggin' in the suburbs, them ain't the trenches He got his money tooken, heartbroke, puttin' his faith in them bitches [Chorus: Ralfy the Plug] I make shit for niggas gettin' money, this ain't no party music Gang and them trilled to go slidin', who car we usin'? Everything the Plug drop is hot, I make arson music I'll put a beam on a nigga head, give him the mark of Buddah I make shit for niggas gettin' money, this ain't no party music Gang and them trilled to go slidin', who car we usin'? Everything the Plug drop is hot, I make arson music I'll put a beam on a nigga head, give him the mark of Buddah