RUGER

Lil bitch, I ain't playing
I'm on demon time and they go make me go Super Saiyan
Why you always criticizing? They know they just be hating
Your ass must be jealous 'bout the shit that you be saying, ayy
I don't want none of these frauds fucking with me
Flew that bitch out to Houston just to show her why I call her Whitney
All this lean going to my stomach, it fucking up my kidney
Still living in apartments, I'm gon make it out 'fore I'm fifty
Chopper love to give hickeys, ayy
And I let them do the rest
Lil bitch from Bucharest
Sloppy toppy, she made a mess
She from the south but I'm from the west
And she know that I'm up next
Call me Johnny, put 'em to the test
Yellow, green, red, blue like Simon Says
Floating when I'm off the TEC, ayy

I pull out my shooter
I pull out my shooter
Never leave the house without my ruger, ayy
I pull out my shooter
I pull out my shooter
Never leave the house without my ruger, ayy

Man, they don't know what the fuck we on
Man (Bah)
Fah
Man, this shit hard
Ooh
Buh, buh, buh
He tryna cha- fuck
Woah
Yeah

He tryna chase us so we went and popped tires off his Camry (Woah)
Feel like Kenny taking big shots, yeah, bitch, I'm wired off the Henny
Treat his body like a shooting range, shot his top off like he Kenny
He ain't gon' be ready when I'm pulling up with that semi (Yeah)
Tryna like act like he us, stop trying, you not us (Ah)
He think he smoking exotic, shoot him off like it's Rust (Yeah, yeah)
I be off of the buds, Camel filters, I'm on one (Woo)
Man all your numbers are botted, been knew I'm the one (Buh, buh, buh)

I pull out my shooter
I pull out my shooter
Never leave the house without my ruger, ayy
I pull out my shooter
I pull out my shooter
Never leave the house without my ruger, ayy

I pull out my shooter
I pull out my shooter
I pull out my shooter
I pull out my shooter



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Writer(s): Wack Zack
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