Yeah, yeah, yeah (Pl-Plugg) Fuck goin' Take his lid off, bitch, take his lid off Take his lid off, bitch, take his lid off Take his lid off, take his lid off Take his lid off, take his lid off Take his lid off, bitch, take his lid off Take his lid off, get his fuckin' head I'm in my hood right now with my gun out, doin' money spread Fuck nigga don't even come around, don't even pop out, know they want him dead In a striker, doin' one-thirty, I be on these meds And your lil' gun, it's gon' get dirty if it touch these hands (Pl-Plugg) My lil' racks can't stay folded, I need rubber band Nigga spammed me 'bout a gram, all you wanted was a ten You goin' to sleep, you hit that crud, that shit like you pop a Xan Take his lid off, bitch, take his lid off Take his lid off, take his lid off Take his lid off, take his lid off Take his lid off, bitch, take his lid off Take his lid off, take his lid off Take his lid off, bitch, take his lid off Take his lid off Sprayin' my gun, your ass gon' run Soon as a nigga up, you turn to a pup Fake-ass BBL, brick-ass butt I be on the drank like I'm sick as fuck Chasin' these racks 'til I'm rich as fuck (Plugg) Take his lid off, bitch, take his lid off Take his lid off, take his lid off Take his lid off, take his lid off Take his lid off, bitch, take his lid off Take his lid off, take his lid off Take his lid off, take his lid off Take his lid off, bitch, take his lid off Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah (Pl-Plugg)