[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Pl-Plugg)
f*ck goin'
[Chorus]
Take his lid off, bitch, take his lid off
Take his lid off, bitch, take his lid off
Take his lid off, take his lid off
Take his lid off, take his lid off
Take his lid off, bitch, take his lid off
[Verse 1]
Take his lid off, get his f*ckin' head
I'm in my hood right now with my gun out, doin' money spread
f*ck nigga don't even come around, don't even pop out, know they want him dead
In a striker, doin' one-thirty, I be on these meds
And your lil' gun, it's gon' get dirty if it touch these hands (Pl-Plugg)
My lil' racks can't stay folded, I need rubber band
Nigga spammed me 'bout a gram, all you wanted was a ten
You goin' to sleep, you hit that crud, that shit like you pop a Xan
[Chorus]
Take his lid off, bitch, takе his lid off
Take his lid off, take his lid off
Take his lid off, takе his lid off
Take his lid off, bitch, take his lid off
Take his lid off, take his lid off
Take his lid off, bitch, take his lid off
[Verse 2]
Take his lid off
Sprayin' my gun, your ass gon' run
Soon as a nigga up, you turn to a pup
Fake-ass BBL, brick-ass butt
I be on the drank like I'm sick as f*ck
Chasin' these racks 'til I'm rich as f*ck (Plugg)
[Chorus]
Take his lid off, bitch, take his lid off
Take his lid off, take his lid off
Take his lid off, take his lid off
Take his lid off, bitch, take his lid off
Take his lid off, take his lid off
Take his lid off, take his lid off
Take his lid off, bitch, take his lid off
[Outro]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Pl-Plugg)