Rucci - DDG

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 cause 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

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 liter, make the whole gang dose 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, that’s 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

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