ralfy the plug - lights out fatties out lyrics
[intro: ralfy the plug]
stop playin’ with me
sh+t off the dome
(viper)
(hydro)
[verse 1: ralfy the plug]
i’m the g.o.a.t., i’m not new to this
she like, “ralfy, you crazy”, no, i’m ludicrous
keep them big bank oochies so i gotta keep ruler clips
play with me, get shot, n+gga, i don’t care who you is
he on a b+tch mad like, “coach ralfy, please put me in”
a hundred plus bands this year off punchin’ in
this the m thing, i’m finna take her for a spin
why do i gotta keep sayin’ the stinc team for the win?
both rollies cost thirty, that’s just twinnem
i’m off the dome, he still strugglin’ with his penmanship
they like, “ralfy, you the g.o.a.t., i see your vision, man”
i can make water turn to wock’ on one transaction
b+tch, my neck literally broke, i’m not cappin’
i really mastered this sh+t, i’m not practicin’
how you in that lil’ backseat doin’ acrobatic flips?
i’ma just keep f+ckin’ sh+t over, don’t be mad at the kid
[chorus: ralfy the plug]
it’s a [?], b+tch, hm, lights out, fatties out
stop actin’ like you don’t know what to do when it’s fatties out
if you cool with it, lights out, fatties out
you don’t know how to suck what? b+tch, you cattin’ out
it’s a [?], b+tch, hm, lights out, fatties out
stop actin’ like you don’t know what to do when it’s fatties out
if you cool with it, lights out, fatties out
you don’t know how to suck what? b+tch, you cattin’ out
[verse 2: ralfy the plug]
you don’t know how to suck what? b+tch, you cattin’ out
b+tch actin’ like she don’t know what to do when it’s fatties out
handed me some money like, “can you be my daddy now?”
that was cool, now can you do somethin’ to make me happy now?
write for what? n+gga, i’m off the dome with prolific sh+t
in the county sockin’ sh+t out for disrespectin’ tenitives
ralfy versus the beef, that’s an instant win
hit her with the mandengo, she took it to the chin
“come on, ralfy, don’t k!ll ’em, n+gga, let ’em live”
come on now, that’s my child, i wouldn’t do that to my kid
throw them bands and get it back, that’s just the way i live
givin’ this b+tch backshots, i gave her the sl!ck diss
[chorus: ralfy the plug]
it’s a [?], b+tch, hm, lights out, fatties out
stop actin’ like you don’t know what to do when it’s fatties out
if you cool with it, lights out, fatties out
you don’t know how to suck what? b+tch, you cattin’ out
it’s a [?], b+tch, hm, lights out, fatties out
stop actin’ like you don’t know what to do when it’s fatties out
if you cool with it, lights out, fatties out
you don’t know how to suck what? b+tch, you cattin’ out
[verse 3: saysothemac]
ayy
lights out, fatties out, b+tch, you cattin’ out
socializin’ with them squares, you a f+ggot now
when i’m clutchin’ on this .40, ain’t no backin’ down
playin’ with my pimpin’, baby, let the dragon out
punk b+tch, i ain’t hector the ho protector
only when the trick hit her when the ho gon’ text her
if the b+tch ain’t got the trap, then i’m gon’ next her
i’m on her head like a hummingbird be on nectar
you know how to act when it’s lights out, fatties out
gang with me, so you know we brought the cabage out
gang ain’t playin’, we come with heckler & koch
sippin’ syrup, dirty sprite, muddy in my pop
willie nelson, willie nelson, on the road again
pop her pimpin’ on her b+tch, so she told her friend
told a punk rock b+tch, “go on and get it in”
too greedy, stinc team, b+tch, it’s for the win
[chorus: ralfy the plug]
it’s a [?], b+tch, hm, lights out, fatties out
stop actin’ like you don’t know what to do when it’s fatties out
if you cool with it, lights out, fatties out
you don’t know how to suck what? b+tch, you cattin’ out
it’s a [?], b+tch, hm, lights out, fatties out
stop actin’ like you don’t know what to do when it’s fatties out
if you cool with it, lights out, fatties out
you don’t know how to suck what? b+tch, you cattin’ out
[outro: saysothemac & ralfy the plug]
yeah, do that lil’ dance i like, baby
[?] do that in the backseat
you tryna come to the honeycomb hideout, lights out, fatties out
b+tch, i don’t think it’s enough room over there
she gon’ have to do this in the back seat
do that lil’ dance i like (yeah)
lil’ dance i like
lights out, fatties out
she’s a backseat bandit
b+tch
hold on, man, hold on, gang, i got+i got somethin’ to say, man
this lil’ punk b+tch asked me, talkin’ ’bout some how she gon’ get home and somethin’
i told the b+tch, i told the b+tch like, there’s an uber or a scooter
in the metro 24/7
you can find your way up out my car now, mayb
babe, i mean b+tch
b+tch, now jump in there and stay there
i pump fake my [?] and left her in the sky
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