Yeah, yeah 1'5, Plug Lil Dominque Guess it's all on me I stayed down, threw the racks in they face A second fight then the boy turned gay Want a pack then your ass gotta pay So much ice, make your wife wanna skate Give her pipe now the bitch want to lay One night, now the bitch wanna stay It's alright I'm good, I'm straight Take flight bitch, have a nice day Young nigga move that yay Molly got her with a tight face Young nigga fight that case You coming home, fuck what a judge say I lost a few to the dirty damn game So niggas hate, it's a goddamn shame Bitches wanna fuck for some fame Do anything for a damn name Monday, kick shit at Blue Flame Watch the bitch do her goddamn thing Throw some many damn dubs in the club Bitch think she stuck in the goddamn rain You can do what you want to do I swear I'm not mad at you That lean got me losing shit Shouts out to that jungle juice My section blew through the roof Just look what my pinky do I swear she gon' fuck some' It ain't got wink at you Balenciaga loafers We don't wear no tennis shoes Catching plays in my linen suit Smoking gas, my adrenaline boost These niggas lying, I'm the motherfucking truth I like controls on the motherfucking coupe Real killers don't talk just shoot Bitch I pull up at your motherfuckin' funeral Throw rocks and hide your hand I swear that's a faker move Then drop a dime on a nigga I swear that's a hater move Front you a dime, you was up Now look how the tables move They're acting like you owe 'em somethin' Now they won't fuck with you I live life like I'm damn bulletproof You smoke mid but we smoke jetfuel If I move, your ass on the news Smoke a blunt then blunt, this shit bool Cocaine [?], looking for the clue I'm in your spot like I'm damn Freddy Krueger All nigga want shot with a Ruger Leave your ass hot like some cooked noodles I knew some' you never knew That boy there gon' rat on you Your hood turn your back on you That's somethin' I would never do Taking this down to your man That's somethin' I would never do Hold up, hold up, hold up Yeah look what my bezel do Balmain, nigga want to have a toast 1'5 shit, nigga I'm the coach Remember middle school, getting free lunch Now I got racks, I can buy what I want Grown man, ain't gotta prove a point Free my nigga doing time in that joint They want me to fail so they holding they nuts But that dog there just is gon' hunt Police like to mess with you, so don't leave no residue I swear these niggas soft, just like some baby food I'm picking niggas off, just like the Navy do Gotta get it while it's here, 'cause the trap ain't gon' wait on you Straight glass out the goddamn pot I whip the Jag off the goddamn lot I got bands, what you think this a drop Pressure higher than the goddamn sky Private jet if a nigga want to fly I bought a spot but I could've got a yacht Thumb through the check while a nigga get top Use the F&N but I could've shot a chopper Ayy look what I'm telling you ho Don't let the straps handle you Keep bad vibes away 'Cause they came to get the best of you Don't mean he gon' ride for you Just 'cause he standing right next to you It's supposed to be bros over hoes But look how the pussy do Don't nothin' beat the dope but a triple If a nigga love sleep he a dreamer Just pray the loss make me a young winner Been through it all, been a blessed lil nigga And I done made it through the motherfucking trenches Lost a lot of my niggas and I miss 'em BIP Plug, I mourn Lil Chicky Tayman you know I love with it That's how we gon' do this shit I'ma serve these dummy bricks If you come for your money back We gon' give you these counterfeits Gotta keep one in the head, these niggas love sneaking shit Ho do anything for dick, they be on that freaky shit Slick fame, a nigga almost rich To be the best you gotta go through this shit If you stretch it then you ain't got faith Without no pride then you're already dead Boo caught twenty five in the feds 12 tried to put me on 'bout a play I told my hood stay solid and [?] And they rolled with a nigga bike with pegs Rasheed finna fell in this Bag it up and I sell that shit Niggas kill over jealousy So I thirty-three shots in this magazine Hoes want to vibe in the trap with me They gon' jump like a trampoline Bitch look like she come from a TV screen But maybe a Maybeline I remember Lil Plug as telling me Lil bruh we gon' make them folks hate this shit One day we gon' make this shit But now I won't see my boy's face again I hate [?] licks, want a dollar like monopoly I'm so sick of these clones, they watching and copy me Hold they nuts and they gossiping I just wizard and stop that shit Go tell Lil Plug we be popping shit VIP, jump the line and shit Ain't no love for no opposite Get your ass popped like a Percocet Gudda Tay on this beat And we straight out the pot with it We straight out the pot with it Plug straight out the pot with it Domo straight out the pot with it Yeah, yeah, everybody, out the pot with it For Jamara bitch, for Jamara bitch Yeah, yeah