Dover Vs. Neimans lyrics

[Intro: Ralfy the Plug]
(Gang and nem)
(I get my plug from the Narcos, the Mexicans)

[Verse 1: Ralfy the Plug]
My young n*ggas'll slime you n*ggas out, no Nickelodeon
Them ain't diamonds in your chain, them Cubans Zirconian
I was thuggin' deep in them cuts like Neosporin
Neiman Marcus don't know your name, you shop at Nordstrom
b*tch, you don't suck di*k, b*tch, you borin'
She sellin' pus*y around the world like she tourin'
Dover Street to Neiman Marcus, not no Nordstrom
You can't win against the Plug, you might as well forfeit
Jewels dancin' on my neck, b*tch, mazel tov
That n*gga you with, he a bum, he is not no boss
A lot of n*ggas don't make it, they get lost in the sauce
She don't mind givin' it up 'cause she know I'm awesome
She gon' put all her dough in the Holy Offering
I always got that b*tch on me, I'm Marvin the Martian
I left the booth on fire, Ralfy the Arson
You in the streets with no car, you an easy target, the Plug

[Verse 2: ItsManMan]
Most of these n*ggas in LA sound like Ralfy kids
Your n*gga caught a headtap, and I'm glad he did
Ain't read this b*tch a story, but she left me with a happy endin'
'Bout to put the smack down, the Glock said, "Tap me in"
This chop'll knock a bridge down like that one ship
I got three hoes in the room, they suckin' one di*k
I'm in my bag, they tryna ride the wave, but it ain't Sun Chips
He ain't got no legs, but this FN gon' make him frontflip
He was hidin' in the house, he got his mama popped
He said he ball, but we don't know him, we call him Byron Scott
Head, back legs and rib cage, he took all kinda shots
I got a b*tch that's sellin' pus*y, bro, who tryna shop?
SBK, might X a n*gga out, I feel like Shawn Michaels
They tryna find they missing mans, but I think God got 'em
.223s just hit this n*gga air, the bullets sideswiped him
It's me and Ralfy, you wanna compete with us, you gon' need five Bibles