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ralfy the plug & otm - no reason lyrics

[intro]
(viper)

[verse 1: ralfy the plug]
i’ll throw some racks on the floor for no reason
[?] in my comments talkin’ ’bout my ‘fit don’t know neimans
all them n+ggas soft in your clique, ain’t no demons
i’ve walked up in your hood with all my sh+t ’cause i know people
who the n+ggas tryna compare to me? huh, no equals
big+body foreigns apparently, huh, no rеgals
a sh+t talker, sometimes i swеar at people for no reason
i was outside hangin’ with grizzly bears, not no weasels
they like, “how you get that glock with the switch?” ’cause i know people
how you get the diamonds to hit like this? ’cause i know people
you probably smokin’ gas, but i’m over here smokin’ diesel
hood classics back to back, i feel like the beetles
the plug
[chorus: ralfy the plug]
i’ll get to slappin’ on n+ggas for no reason
i’ll put a halo on your goons, them ain’t no demons
i’ll throw some racks on the floor for no reason
how you gon’ expect the b+tch to pay you with no seasonin’?
i’ll get to slappin’ on n+ggas for no reason
i’ll put a halo on your goons, them ain’t no demons
i’ll throw some racks on the floor for no reason
how you gon’ expect the b+tch to pay you with no seasonin’?

[verse 2: blue pesos]
please don’t shoot, yeah, bro, give me one reason
n+ggas ain’t allowed around the gang, you be with broke people
bring your b+tch around the stincs, bet a hundred that she not leavin’
four blams, put it in his face, he was not dreamin’
tips from the cold devil, b+tch, i’m a cold demon
put the slap on a n+gga, why? no reason
starin’ at these vvs on my neck, hm, come take ’em
independent million streams too, hm, no label
blow this n+gga head off his body, yeah, no brainer
run up on this chop tryna box, yeah, joke slammed
all that dissin’ in my comments, keep that comin’, that do no damage
“d+mn, p, where you gettin’ all them uchies?” i be flu flammin’

[chorus: ralfy the plug]
i’ll get to slappin’ on n+ggas for no reason
i’ll put a halo on your goons, them ain’t no demons
i’ll throw some racks on the floor for no reason
how you gon’ expect the b+tch to pay you with no seasonin’?
i’ll get to slappin’ on n+ggas for no reason
i’ll put a halo on your goons, them ain’t no demons
i’ll throw some racks on the floor for no reason
how you gon’ expect the b+tch to pay you with no seasonin’?
[verse 3: duffy]
weird n+ggas finna have me trippin’ for no reason
ain’t no bluffin’, b+tch, if we up blowers, then we both squeezin’
nervous in the booth, but in the moment, don’t do no thinkin’
b+tch, if it ain’t nothin’ in your wallet, we is not linkin’
stinc team, b+tch, we chasin’ uchies all four seasons
i know this n+gga thought he got a pass, guess i was misleadin’
you ain’t seen no real demons, chops out, sweet jesus
toastin’ douple cups, pull that muddy mose’ up out the freezer
long nights with the stinc meaner, we don’t do fakin’
blowers out in public, all the homies say we too janky
mei ling done showed a lot of love, i’m finna go thank her
you know the stincs run la, that’s just the truth, ain’t it?

- ralfy the plug otm lyrics

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