[Intro: Drego]
(Jose the Plug)
Oh, nah, y'all can leave that if it's ringin' like that, that's...
No love songs on my shit
Ayy (Man)

[Chorus: Drego]
He'll lie, he'll kill just to get what he want
Same time, hustle every day just to get what he want
Take an L, fuck it, get it back, you can cry if you want
One up top, lil' boy, you can try if you want
Uh, I'ma stack this for a case, you can fry if you want
I ain't gon' lie, my dog better lie if you don't
Ayy, they real, they kill you, believe 'em, I don't
A mil', two mil', it's closer than close

[Verse 1: Drego]
My dog still in Tennessee, he fundin' it close
But I can see the opposition, he right in the scope
You know I'm a slimeball, I'm wipin' his nose
These n***as ain't dyin' 'bout no money, dyin' 'bout some hoes
I spend a dime on the work, dime on some clothes
I left and came back, bitch, yeah, I'm Derrick Rose
I'll do the track 'fit, that's my trap 'fit
The plug said, "I love your music, you talk reckless"
[Verse 2: Beno]
I can get you what you need, you ain't heard of me
Have my n***a stab you up just like surgery
Have your n***as find your body down the street where your people be
In the kitchen whippin' up a quarter key
Yeah, you know my hood hot like Myrtle Beach
Everything I do is for my family
Shout out to the n***as who abandoned me
I'm lookin' for the lean, it's an emergency

[Verse 3: Cash Kidd]
Bitch, I feel like Tinky Winky in these purple jeans
Yeah, quarter pound on me, this ain't Burger King
If I like your bitch, I'm back-doorin' like a burglary
Buffed up, punchin' and slidin', call me Hercules
A lot of fraudulent activity when I purchase these
Uber on the way, bitch, you irkin' me
And my dog just beat a first degree
The ones that don't really live it be the first to preach
On the freeway nervous 'cause I'm traffickin'
Bitch, keep your two cents, I ain't one of them Africans
You can't book me for a show unless the strap get in
Plus it's a body on this bitch like a mannequin
You can tell the way I move, we really havin' it
N***a, when you on, gotta maneuver different
Like I dropped it on the floor, I just blew some chicken
They thinkin' the devil got my soul 'cause my shoes is Christian
[Verse 4: Nuk]
We like Giuseppes, we like body bags, we bringin' zippers back
I don't care about your body mask, boy, I'll get on that
They won't catch me on they body cam, seller shippin' that
But I'm out there sellin' Cam'ron just like a Diplomat
In my hood, it's like Killa Season, I'm like Cameron Giles
They ain't scorin' off that evidence, this ain't Forensic Files
I got dope just like pound cake, look around, wait
These lil' n***as Chucky with that bag, quit that child play (All that child shit)
I hit up Kari for an eight
Before my n***a shoot the bag, I tell him sorry for the weight (Sorry for the load, brother)
Brodie by Indiana State
Right before we dropped a pint, I told him meet me outer space (Meet me outer space)
I got drank still in my colon
In the Range while I'm pickin' up a brick from Pensacola (This bar shit)
Hopped right off the road and cleared my hitter's total
Swear to God, the way they stole our style, I swear these n***as owe us (I swear to God)