
young bull & ralfy the plug - who really hot lyrics
[intro: young bull]
(legendmadeanotherone)
know what they talkin’ ’bout, n+gga
[chorus: ralfy the plug]
foreign whip crashin’ ’til i get the lamborghini chop
i be with the thugs, you be workin’ with the city cops
i don’t want no hug, i’m tryna hit you with the millie rock
you got the torch? let it burn, let’s see who really hot
[verse 1: ralfy the plug]
n+gga flexin’ a hundred, i’m tryna get a hundred million dollars
b+tch in school with flu flammers, i was in the field with scholars
your role model’s a bum with a couple followers
b+tch, you and your friend’s an eater, a bunch of gobblers
all you got to your name is a moniker
rappers can’t even go around parks, they got a monitor
how you gon’ swim with the sharks when you down to earth?
ain’t n0body gon’ remember your name when you down in the dirt
wavy as h+ll on the beat, it sound like i’m surfin’
the pen dropped, now it’s hip+hop, you thought he was jerkin’
i don’t beef with boosters that be stealin’ detergent
they be demons on they songs, but be nice in person
you don’t want them n+ggas comin’ for your life in turbans
got dreams of big mansions that’s nice and furnished
just rest in peace the beat, it’s ’bout time i turned it in
until next time for the pastor servin’ again, the plug
[chorus: ralfy the plug]
foreign whip crashin’ ’til i get the lamborghini chop
i be with the thugs, you be workin’ with the city cops
i don’t want no hug, i’m tryna hit you with the millie rock
you got the torch? let it burn, let’s see who really hot
foreign whip crashin’ ’til i get the lamborghini chop
i be with the thugs, you be workin’ with the city cops
i don’t want no hug, i’m tryna hit you with the millie rock
you got the torch? let it burn, let’s see who really hot
[verse 2: young bull]
it’s the stinc team, we don’t f+ck with crime stoppers
the way i pull these bands out a joint, this sh+t was mind bogglin’
new foreign off the lot, you know it’s push+to+start
young bull, hood trophy, beatin’ up the boulevard
we puttin’ belt to ass, lil’ n+gga, who want smoke?
another fifty piece, i’m showboatin’ on a top rope
pops on my knots, snitch n+ggas, we don’t do those
the b+tch came empty handed, i told the b+tch kudos
wrist breaker, think it’s time to flood my wrist
shedeur sanders how i’m shinin’ on a b+tch
n+gga couldn’t make the cut ’cause he ain’t built like this
n+ggas rappin’ all this gangster sh+t, but really, that’s a myth
f&n get you flipped, got a glock with a switch
i’m pourin’ muddy in the coupe, burnin’ rubber behind tint
foreign whip crashers, we the trendsetters of this sh+t
threw some forgis on the whip, don’t know what that other sh+t is
[chorus: ralfy the plug]
foreign whip crashin’ ’til i get the lamborghini chop
i be with the thugs, you be workin’ with the city cops
i don’t want no hug, i’m tryna hit you with the millie rock
you got the torch? let it burn, let’s see who really hot
foreign whip crashin’ ’til i get the lamborghini chop
i be with the thugs, you be workin’ with the city cops
i don’t want no hug, i’m tryna hit you with the millie rock
you got the torch? let it burn, let’s see who really hot
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