Rucci Lyrics – DDG

Rucci Lyrics

Yeah, big bang rucci’s on the dashboard scratch that
Shawty got good handles on the ball like a half back
Made a million dollars off a screen, I don’t sell crack
But I’ll still make it do a cartwheel
Take one brick made it three and put the fin in
Little co’ made world news, he on cnn
Five bodies one day made him a general
Snitche s^^t, h^e s^^t, we don’t even get into them

Made hundred off of show bizz, 50 off of h^e bizz
I’ll put yo’ a^s on a tee like I know grizz
‘Member slapped you out in 3rd grade, boy you been h^e
I been up since 16 boy you been broke
Baccarat of runtz make it hard to keep the h^es off
Six in the liter make the whole gang doze off
Soft top ringin’ ridin’ round with the doors off
White bi^^h finna snort her whole nose off

I been candy man pop sparkles in the paint
This the candy man drop chains like a slave
This the candy land guap
Shirt say balelen .. And it’s over my socks
Rich homie quan ni^^a still going in and I ain’t ever gon’ stop
Whip the deeck 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 a cullinan
Bad spanish bi^^h, see my balls she gon’ juggle them
Ni^^as too flawed and they wonder why I don’t f^^k with them
Made it to the top so I gotta bring my brethren
Rap s^^t gravy, but with the drip, imma smother them
Showed up with vvs, and I left a puddle there

F^^king on nini, and I left my cutta there
Snatch a bi^^h wig when I f^^k her from the back
Maybach benz I ain’t pushin no lac
Hellcat, durango, we don’t f^^k with no scat’s
Took the rolls royce wraith and I put it on flats

Yeah, yeah, these are all facts, not fictional
In her mouth I’ll explode like missile do
Ni^^as snake, they be faker than mystical braids
In the trenches, in the yak, I be missin’ them days
Ni^^as turned they back on me, I was broke as f^^k
Now when they see me, they be asking, can I hold a buck
Ain’t nothin’ hit the nearest corner and hold a cup
We just hit the opps, spent the block and they know it’s us

Yeah, stop the cappin’ you know wa^sup
I be in the city with the stick it fasho was tucked
Moncler moose knuckles, nobody cold as us
I done seen rich ni^^as, go from gold to dust
He a snitch ni^^a, that’s what was told to us
Kill a bi^^h ni^^a, over what’s old 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
Rode it like a g6 tire, it’s spare on me

Sos, whoop whoop, rick flair on me
Shottas on the tip, pew pew, went dare on ’em
Poppin’ all these percocets, I can’t feel s^^t
Go to jail she stayed down, that’s a real bi^^h
Would never give my heart to a thot h^e

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 bang rucci’s on the dashboard scratch that
Shawty got good handles on the ball like a half back
Made a million dollars off a screen, I don’t sell crack
But I’ll still make it do a cartwheel
Take one brick made it three and put the fin in
Little co’ made world news, he on cnn
5 bodies one day made him a general
Snitche s^^t, h^e s^^t, we don’t even get into them

Written by:
Yakki Marez Davis, DDG

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