DDG – Rucci Lyrics
Artist: DDG
Song: Rucci
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 sh#t, hoe sh#t, we don’t even get into them
Made a hunnid off of show biz, 50 off of hoe biz
I put your #ss 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 b#tch, 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 n#gg# 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 b#tch, she on my balls, she gon’ juggle them
n#gg#s too flawed and they wonder why I don’t f#ck with them
Made it to the top so I gotta bring my brethren
Rap sh#t gravy, but with the drip, imma smother them
Showed up with VVs, and I left a puddle there
f#cking on nini, and I left my Cartier there
Snatch a b#tch wig when I hit it from the back
Maybach Benz I ain’t pushin no ‘lac
Hellcat, Durango, we don’t f#ck 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
n#gg#s snake, they be faker than mystical braids
In the trenches, in the yak, I be missin’ them days
n#gg#s turned they back on me, I was broke as f#ck
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 n#gg#s, go from gold to dust
He a snitch n#gg#, that what was told to us
Kill a b#tch n#gg#, 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 sh#t
Go to jail she stayed down, that’s a real b#tch
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 sh#t, hoe sh#t, we don’t even get into them
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Rucci [Explicit]
Release Year: 2021