Foolio & Zaytoven – Coolin Wit My Ruger Lyrics
Artist: Foolio & Zaytoven
Song: Coolin Wit My Ruger
Rock and roll with this sh#t
n#gg#s know every day I got my pole in this sh#t, n#gg#
And he know I got my pole in this sh#t n#gg#
n#gg# run up on Lil 6, I take his soul in this b#tch
Peek-a-boo, pop up like Halloween (Like Halloween)
She like my sausage, like my Jimmy Dean (My Jimmy Dean)
And yeah, I be sleep as hell off lean (Off lean)
And yeah, I be sippin’ on codeine, ayy (sippin’ on codeine)
Hell yeah, I’ma a Robin Louis fiend, ayy (Robin Louis fiend)
Hell yeah, I’ma beat it, Billie Jean, ayy (Billie Jean)
Hell yeah, boy my auntie was a fiend (Was a fiend)
I’ll serve her when it comes to dope or green n#gg#
Serve my grandma when it comes down to that benji
n#gg#s b#tches, get that money and act stingy
Knock knock, who at the door? Oh that Whitney (That Whitney)
Who the f#ck that is? Paul, he want a fifty? (He want a fifty)
I’m breakin’ in your house through the chimney (Through the chimney)
My father popped, they think that I got children (That I got children)
Don’t want no kids, I’m tryna get a million (Get a million)
He blend in with sticks, that lil boy a chameleon (Chameleon)
When I f#ck her, got her feet up to the ceiling (To the ceiling)
And if we f#ck, b#tch that’s a friendly (That’s a friendly)
I’m dippin’ and I dab through that water (Through that water)
Just f#cked your ho, and I f#cked your daughter
(And I f#cked your daughter)
I’m a real n#gg#, first and fourth quarter, ayy (First and fourth quarter)
TDB, we some real #ss extorters (Ass extorters)
Don’t want no kids, lil b#tch I abort you, ayy (Abort you)
Play with the gang, lil b#tch and it’s torture n#gg#, 6
Tie your fingers off, feed you to my piranhas (My piranhas)
Trap n#gg#, I’ll trap in my pajamas (My pajamas)
Don’t get killed tryna come between my commas (My commas)
Stolen car, all black, it’s a Honda (It’s a Honda)
Stolen car, all black, it’s a Cat (It’s a Cat)
Young n#gg# got them racks racks racks, ayy (Got them racks)
When I’m in the booth I be spittin’ facts, ayy (Spittin’ facts)
Lay a pinky on Lil 6, you get whacked, ayy (Brr pow)
Lay a pinky on Lil 6 and you offed (And you offed)
You know the memo boy, I never wanted to talk (Wanted to talk)
Just like trick or treat, pop up at your house (Pop up at your house)
Boy I’m creepin’ for it, pop up like a mouse (Like a mouse)
Boy you know I got them ounces in the pouch (In the pouch)
You ain’t a plug if you never saw a drought (Saw a drought)
Feds hit, got them bricks in the couch (In the couch)
n#gg# dissin’ me, he just want some clout n#gg# (He just want some clout)
Big dog, you a small #ss poodle (Small #ss poodle)
On the block, remember eatin’ ramen noodles (Eatin’ ramen noodles)
I just snatched a chain, now Lil 6 a jeweler (Now lil 6 a jeweler)
It’s hot outside but I’m coolin’ with my Ruger (Coolin’ with my Ruger)
Coolin’ with my Ruger
They know Lil 6 the shooter n#gg#
Coolin’ with my Ruger
They know Lil 6 the shooter n#gg#
Coolin’ with my Ruger
They know Lil 6 the shooter n#gg#
Coolin’ with my Ruger
They know Lil 6 the shooter n#gg#
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From the album:
6toven [Explicit]
Release Year: 2018