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letra de shit talking - ralfy the plug

[intro]
(beat that motherf-cker up, quad)

[verse]
all i know is stuntin’, ballin’ on n-ggas, b-tch, get used to it
this ain’t that diddy-bop-shake-your-ass sh-t, this that goon music
i’ma keep gettin’ money and f-ckin’ sh-t over, b-tch, get used to it
my ballin’ make the b-tch uncomfortable, she ain’t used to it
she dig the way i’m livin’, so she bringin’ me blues in
every time i get the bag, i start doin’ my cool dance
why go against the team if you know you gon’ lose again?
i told gang, “it’s time to play ball”, they said, “where?” the losers in
hang with the opps, you an opp, i don’t care if you went to school with them
gang and them lookin’ at your goons like the next victim of j
addicted to plug in the booth ’cause i’m spittin’ crack
i don’t think n0body better than me at spittin’ facts
could’ve been a doctor or a lawyer, but i was gettin’ racks
i don’t even remember the last time i used a pen and pad
he mad ’cause he used the last loaf that was in his stash
i can show you how to get some money, just attend my class
that edd ballin’ is so in the past
everybody had racks, but who made it last?
i feel like weezy f. baby, it’s the return of the masters
they like, “what you do to the booth, ralfy? it’s a disaster”
i’m a full-time street n-gga when i’m not bein’ a rapper
i dog elite b-tches, i’m not one of them cappers
back to back off the dome talkin’ sh-t that’s factual
i ain’t arguin’ n-ggas that’s not in my tax bracket
b-tch got my number stored in her phone as the “back cracker”
if you was tryna be a street n-gga, you’re a bad actor
she wouldn’t put no money in your offering ’cause you’re a bad pastor
you would do whatever for the b-tch, we know your type
i said what i said, b-tch, i don’t give a f-ck if she right
gave me a ten-piece and slimed me up all in one night
you still ain’t got no money, you’ve been workin’ your whole life
i just did a whole mixtape in one night
no rap cap, i keep an f&n in my backpack
so back back if you don’t want another hole in your snap back
i got rack racks and you said too much in your rap facts
how you a grown-ass man and your life still a class act?
b-tch, if you ain’t got no head and bread, i’ma need you to back back
he and gang and them a dub, they turnin’ into mad max
where the opps go? check the toe tag bags
i can tell he gon’ return his fits, he showin’ a cash tag
[outro]
no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
we know the truth ’bout you n-ggas
you n-ggas bums
it’s all jokes over here
it’s big loafs over here
it’s all jokes over here
gang and them, no lames with them, long live the ruler, long live the great and all that
when are these n-ggas gon’ start droppin’?
never
ralfy hoggin’ all the beats

- ralfy the plug

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