[Intro]

You, uh, you fellas been doing a bit of boozing, have you?

Sucking back on grandpa's old cough medicine?

No. Oh, no, sir

No, no. No. Uh-uh

Yeah

Well, what's that?

That's nothing, sir

Yeah. Nothing. Yeah

Well, uh, you aware that, uh, it's against the law to have an open alcohol container here in the state of Pennsylvania?

Come on, give me that booze, you little pumpkin pie haircutted freak

Come on

[Verse]

Yeah, I got that drink on me like I'm a pumpkin pie haircutted freak

And bro was talking crazy, so I had to, uh

Oh, Sam Kelton.And bro was talking crazy, so I had to pull up with the gleek

And I got a case on me like I'm SeatGeek

I was off some Morton, and I was hella twеaked

Off white ones, and that shit's on fleek

And I robbеd the plug, he sold me some tree that was hella weak

I'm smoking crazy, it got coconut on the bag

I'll cop hella packs and throw that in a trash bag

And I already know your fit's trash if you wearing some Vans

And I got some bloody ones, say the bands

Bro a crackhead, he look like he was born in a lab

And I'll spice talk till I blow up the lab

Just pressed hella pills in the back of a U-Haul van

And I'll press a thousand like I got a formula

Bro snorted so much shit he thought he burned his uvula

Robbed a fat ass, and he was from Mario, the Goomba

Karate master like that shit go hooya

And I sold hella drugs to an actual Buddha

He worked at a monastery

I wear twenty thousand and I call that modesty

Started plugging off of forty dollar zips from D

And now I'm sipping crazy, that's the real lean

Bro a bitch, he gotta go to Weenie Hut

Bro didn't leave the house, he was like Jabba the Hutt

And I'm tripping if I don't get paid back, there ain't no butts

And I only fuck with real deal model butts

Got so much on me, I'm worth King Tut

You hella broke if you roll out of a Dutch

I roll two to three point five

And my strap prehistoric, I got the Winchester two two five

Didn't serve bro, 'cause all he needed was a dime

Like why you flexing some shit that isn't worth a dime?

My shit's worth like a million dimes

And I sold all my shit to tweakers that did hella lines

Tryna cop off me and you gonna pay my price

Gotta pay me that, I'm not gonna say it twice

Plugging so hard I got an interview on Vice

And my shit's worth ten K, it's real ice

Almost caught a homicide 'cause I lost a game of dice

Pulled a strap and I seen bro fright

Robbed a crackhead who was smoking crack out of a pipe

I got thirty dollars, but money is what I like

I got all that shit on me, it's Plug Mike

Bro said he was on sight, but didn't do shit when I was in sight

OT and I brought a whole key on the flight

My shit different, it got a purple sight

Pulled up on the plug and I was like, "I need that."

Seen a rich kid and I caught him lack

He seen the strap and he damn near shat

It was the wrong day, my Forces was black

Bro is white and his wallpaper is a Confederate flag

All his shit's mine now, damn, that's real sad

Sold it all real quick and that's a fact