[Intro]
This Plies, n***a
The new n***a at Slip-n-Slide Records, n***a
And I don't need Slip-n-Slide to carry me, homeboy
I'm carrying Slip-n-Slide
N***a, I'm the hottest motherfucking n***a in Florida right now, n***a
You goddamn right, I said I'm the hottest n***a in Florida right now, n***a
And I can prove mine, n***a
Plies, take off

[Verse 1]
Let me put you in the mind of a dope getter
And give it to you from the level of a street n***a
I'm a small time n***a with a big city hustle
And I'm the true definition of what you call gutta
And I can get mine the ski mask way or off the muscle
And this year, I'ma make it hard for you motherfuckers
And if you know anything 'bout me, you know I don't fuck with
Busters
And if you anything 'bout me, you know I keep it cutter
I'm in a '72 Donk 454
I put chrome in my shit and got rid of the oak
And I ain't a chico, so I don't ride 100 spokes
I'm burning good reefer, so I got the roof open
I got a message for the jack boy: keep scoping
Until you rob me, n***a, pussy n***a, you just hoping
This ain't something that just happened, I've been G code
I've been through too much to vibe with pussy n***a for what it shows
I learned not to fuck with pussy a long time ago
And me and lames don't even vibe, you already know
And I ain't the future of Slip-n-Slide, I'm the right now
It ain't no pressure on me, n***a, 'cause I can carry mine
I told Shay I wasn't leaving the streets when I signed
'Cause the hood depending on me, n***a, to hold them down
And I promised myself I'll never get commercialized
These crackers can't play me, n***a, 'cause I'm too streetwise
And if you ain't in the streets, don't try to give me street advice
And I don't fuck with you rap n***as, you tell too many lies
Fuck going platinum right now, I'm chasing street dreams
I can't depend on this music shit, I like nice things
Something 'bout that kingpin status, that amuse me
Only thing that can stop me right now: that federal indictment
And if they do come and they snatch me, then I gotta sit
I know the process, keep my mind closed, speak to the strip
I told my brother to promise to take care of my jit
But if them crackers don't come, I'ma lock dis rap shit
And you can tell them rap n***as I said it's over with
Only way them n***as is gon' be able to eat is get is if I'm featured on they shit
When I cut the deal with Slip-n-Slide, I told them to hold my check
I got my own money, shit, I'm trying to find a connect
I'm in Dade County, so show me where them Cubans at
'Cause a real hustler know how to make his money stretch
[Interlude]
Ay, n***a, I can make a believer out you, n***a
You ain't saying nothing, homeboy
I can take off again right now, fuck n***a

[Verse 2]
From Dade County to Duval, my music in every trap
And if you real, you gon' fuck with me and that's a known fact
I got something that most of these rap n***as lack
And that's a street resume that go way back
A young n***a fourteen jumped off the porch
And I was the young n***a that all the old crews coached
The same n***as in prison now who showed me the ropes
And they ain't got nothing else to live for, I'm their only hope
'Cause a real n***a last forever, fuck n***as come and go
And getting off first, that's a G n***a motto
I'm on fire, they ask nann right n***a for help
'Cause I know I can stand up in the paint my motherfucking self
And I'm one of the few n***as out here left
And I'll put up a bird on my motherfucking self

[Outro]
Ay, ay, we could run this motherfucker back, dog
I'll stay up in this bitch all night, my n***a
To prove to you n***as, dog
That I'm the trillest n***a in this shit right now, dog
And if you don't believe me, n***a
Come see 'bout me, dog