Rucci Lyrics by DDG
[Chorus]
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 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
5 bodies, one day, mayhem in general
Snitch shit, hoe shit, we don't even get into them
[Verse]
Made a hunnid off of show biz, 50 off of hoe biz
I put your ass on a Tee like I know Grizz
Remember I slapped you out in 3rd grade, boy you been hoe
I been up since 16, boy you been broke
?, make it hard to keep the hoes off
6 in the litеr, make the whole gang dosе off
Soft top, Wrangler riding round with the doors off
White bitch, finna snort her whole nose off
I'm in Candyman pop, sparkles in the paint
This the Candyman drop, chains like a slave
This the Candyland guap, ?
Rich Homie Quan nigga still going in and I ain't ever gon' stop
Whip the dick I nutted on her lashes, she ain't see it coming
Bape ape, when it come to beef, you don't see me running
Flying through the streets, doing donuts in the Culinan
Bad spanish bitch, she on 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 brethren
Rap shit gravy, but with the drip, imma smother them
Showed up with VVs, and I left a puddle there
Fucking on nini, and I left my Cartier 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 asking "Can I hold a buck?"
Ain't nothing here for you, hit the corner and hold a cup
We just hit the opps, spinned the block and they know it's us
Yeah, stop the capping you know it'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, thats what was owed to us
Louis Cartier on me
I'm in newport right now, ain't got a square on me
Rocking ? with the tear on it
Diamonds bright, lightshow like a ? on me
50 thousand dollars for a mink, its a bear on me
?
SOS (Woo, woo)
Ric flair on me, silence on the tip (Pew, pew)
? on it
Poppin' all these percocets, I can't feel shit
Go to jail she stayed down, that's a real bitch
Will never give my heart to a thot hoe
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
[Chorus]
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 still make it do a cartwheel
Take one brick, make it three and put the ? in
?
5 bodies, one day, ?
Snitch shit, hoe shit, we don't even get into them
Rucci (Official Video)
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