Intro:

(Ayo DJ)

(What up?)

(Looks like we got ourselves a nodder)

Verse 1:

Swerving lanes in the city

I got my shooters, you know they with me

Hit the lean once, I walk out, I lean

That bitch, she crazy, she wanting the team

Life is so crazy, it's not what it seems

My girl, she loves me, she gets on her knees

My girl, she loves me, she gets on her knees

Walk with a choppa, it got a big beam

Just like I'm Martin, yes, I am a king

I wanted bitches, yes, it was a dream

Then, I got money, it turned me to a fiend

Balmain pants, I got rips on my jeans

R.A.Q, I put orange my sleeves

That girl, she tripping, she wanting to leave

I got the money, it's blue and it's green

Outfit on check, yes, I look so clean

Weed keep me going, yea, smoke on sativa

Got a new bitch, yea, she boujee, she a diva

Do what I want cause vida mi viva

Choppa do Running Man, run like a cheetah

Throwing these bows, my name is John Cena

(Huh, what) You cannot see me

Heard lil boy wanna be me, yea

Heard lil boy wanna be me, yea

Bridge:

We in the Raq, yea, you know where it's at

We pull up in coupes and we toting them straps

Chill in the trap, yea, i'm in the trap

We serving up O's and we whipping up that

Serving up dough while i'm counting the racks

Choppa don't care, put the opps in the past

If you want smoke, yea, i got the gas

Choppa go fa fa, don't worry bout match

Chrous:

I am the plug, yes, I am the plug

Don't fuck with us, got guns in the club

Codiene and Sprite, yea, I call it Mud

Lean cost a 50, my whip cost a dub

Hit it like that, like that, like that, like that

Bitch we ride in the Raq, Raq, Raq

Tell your bitch to take her shit back

You is a lame, yea, your shit is wack

Choppa run it back, back, back, back

I'm with the slimes, posted up in the trap

I took your bitch just spitting that crack

Slide on this bitch, and that is a fact

Hit it like that, like that, like that, like that

Bitch we ride in the Raq, Raq, Raq

Tell your bitch to take her shit back

You is a lame, yea, your shit is wack