Rucci
(Yo, we Queued up)
Yeah
Big band Ruccis on the dashboard, scratch that
Shorty got good handles on the ball like a halfback
Made a million dollars off a screen, I don't sell crack
But I'll still make it do a cartwheel
Take one brick, make it three and put the fiend in
Lil' cuz made the world news, he on CNN
Five bodies, one day, mayhem in general
Snitch shit, ho shit, we don't even get into them
Made a hunnid off of show biz, fifty off of ho biz
I'll put your ass on a Tee like I know Grizz
Remember I slapped you out in 3rd grade, boy, you been ho
I been up since sixteen, boy, you been broke
Baccarat and Runtz, make it hard to keep the hoes off
Six in the liter, make the whole gang doze off
Soft top, Wrangler ridin' 'round with the doors off
White bitch, finna snort her whole nose off
I'm the Candyman pop, sparkles in the paint
This the Candyman drop, chains like a slave
This the Candyland guap, shorty said Baland-land, the soda my socks
Rich Homie Quan nigga still goin' in and I ain't ever gon' stop
Whip the dick I nutted on her lashes, she ain't see it comin'
Bape Ape, when it come to beef, you don't see me runnin'
Flyin' through the streets, doin' donuts in the Cullinan
Bad Spanish bitch, see my balls, she gon' juggle them
Niggas too flawed and they wonder why I don't fuck with them
Made it to the top so I gotta bring my brother 'nem
Rap shit gravy, with the drip, I'ma smother them
Showed up with VVs, and I left a puddle there
Fuckin' on NeNe, and I left my cutter there
Snatch a bitch wig when I hit it from the back
Maybach Benz, I ain't pushin no 'Lac
Hellcat, Durango, we don't fuck with no Scats
Took the Rolls Royce Wraith and I put it on flats (yeah, yeah)
These are all facts, not fictional
In her mouth, I explode like a missile do
Niggas snake, they be faker than Mystikal braids
In the trenches, in the Yak, I be missin' them days
Niggas turned they back on me, I was broke as fuck
Now when they see me, they be askin', "Can I hold a buck?"
Ain't nothin', hit the next corner and hold a cup
We just hit the opps and spinned the block and they know it's us
Yeah, stop the cappin' you know what's up
I be in the city with a stick and for sure it's tucked
Moncler, Moose Knuckles, nobody cold as us
I done seen rich niggas, go from gold to dust
He a snitch nigga, that what was told to us
Kill a bitch nigga over what's owed to us
Louis Damier on me
I'm in Newport right now, ain't got a square on me
Rockin' Yeezy Season 2 with the tear on it
Diamonds bright, lightshow like a fair on me
Fifty thousand dollars for a mink, it's a bear on me
Rollie like a G6 tire, a spare on me
SOS (woo, woo), Ric flair on me
Silence on the tip (pew, pew), went there on 'em
Poppin' all these Percocets, I can't feel shit
Go to jail she stayed down, that's a real bitch
Won't ever give my heart to a thot ho
You know I got the juice like a pot roast
I'm forever for the streets like a pothole
Mike Amiri jeans with the thigh pads
I'm connected to the hood like an iPad
Yeah
Big band Ruccis on the dashboard, scratch that
Shorty got good handles on the ball like a halfback
Made a million dollars off a screen, I don't sell crack
But I'll still make it do a cartwheel
Take one brick, make it three and put the fiend in
Lil' cuz made the world news, he on CNN
Five bodies, one day, mayhem in general
Snitch shit, ho shit, we don't even get into them