Rugrats

Aye, aye, aye
Kevin this is nice
Soulja Life Records
Yee
This shit crazy

We was RUGRatS
In them trenches
Cocoa Hina
Was the mission (Mission)
Pushing weight
Like we benched it (Ugh)
We had to get it
Yeah, we had to get it

Hopping over fences
Since I was kid, yeah
We ain't have no
Sense, yeah
I'm bout to blitz, yeah
Pull out the pistol
The one grip, yeah
The one with the grip, yeah

Causing havoc like Chuckie
Pull up wit da Tommy
You lookin scared, homie
That's cause you know
I found out you rogue
I'm bout to put
One in yo head, homie
Then fill you with lead homie
Extended clip
Ain't gotta load shit
You bout to be dead homie
Don't reach for yo hip
Don't reach for shit
Cause I got one
With one in the head on me
Just in case they try rush me
But I ain't never been trusting
I'm one to bust quick (Doot doot)
Don't give fuck, yeah
I'm at a function
He pulled up to me funny
I pulled out da Tommy, yeah, uhn
I put one in his tummy, yeah
We bout to hit it, we gunning
We bout to hit it, we running
In yo city
I'm wanted, ooh
I met yo bitch
She want it, too
She want me, ooh
Text me every day
Saying she horny
She wanna jump on me
Like Tigger
Yeah, you had to figure
That I had to lick her
Like Pooh wit dat honey
I'm cool with the money
I'm tool with the gunning
I get that blue money
Focused on blue hundreds
Automatic, automatic
I got the tool dumping
I got yo crew running
Was just talking shit
Now so much silence
That shit is too funny
I got my Souljas wit me
Yeah, we duel gunning
One and one
Yeah, that's two Tommys
One and one
Yeah, that's two Tommys, yeah
I'm bout to go yeah
Double backwoods
I'm bout to float, yeah
You know that I tote yeah
Like it is warfare
I'm bout to blast, yeah
You gone need a hart hart
I got a hard head
Look man
I am a barber
Take off yo top, yeah
I am a barbar
Barbarian
Shit bout to get scary again
I'm bout to carry again
Licensed to carry this shit
I'm bout to carry again
Carry yo body to a cliff
Empty my clip
Then I'm bout to bury it
Then burry the evidence
No face, no case
That's what you get, yeah
Yeah, you just a bitch, yeah

We was RUGRatS
In them trenches
Cocoa Hina
Was the mission (Mission)
Pushing weight
Like we benched it (Ugh)
We had to get it
Yeah, we had to get it

Hopping over fences
Since I was kid, yeah
We ain't have no
Sense, yeah
I'm bout to blitz, yeah
Pull out the pistol
The one grip, yeah
The one with the grip, yeah



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Writer(s): Katenga Jekeia Snider, Seth Barrix
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