Rucci

(Yeah, we queued up) Yeah Big bank 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 fin in Lil' cuh made world news, he on CNN Five bodies, one day, made him a general Snitch shit, ho shit, we don't even get into them Made a hunnid off of show biz, 50 off of a ho biz I'll put your ass on a Tee like I know Grizz' 'Member I slapped you out in third grade, boy you been ho I been up since 16, boy, you been broke Baccarat and runts make it hard to keep the hoes off Six in a liter make the whole gang dose off Soft-top Wranglеr ridin' 'round with the doors off White bitch finna snort her wholе nose off I'm in Candyman pop, sparkles in the paint This the Candyman drop, chains like a slave This the Candyland guap, shirt say Balen-len and so do my socks Rich Homie Quan nigga still going in and I ain't ever gon' stop Whiped 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, doing donuts in the Culinan Bad Spanish bitch, she on my balls, she gon' juggle them Niggas too flaw and they wonder why I don't fuck with them Made it to the top so I gotta bring my brethren Rap shit gravy with the drip, I'ma smother them Showed up with VVs, and I left a puddle there Fuckin' on Nini, 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 mystical 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 nothing to hit the nearest corner and hold a cup We just hit the opps and spinned the block and they know it was us Yeah, stop the capping 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 Rocking Yeezy season two with the tear on it Diamonds bright, light show like a fair on me 50 thousand dollars for a mink, it's a bear on me Rollie like a G6 Tire, it's a spare on me SOS woo, woo, Ric Flair on em' 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 bank 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 fin in Lil' cuh made world news, he on CNN Five bodies, one day, made him a general Snitch shit, ho shit, we don't even get into them...