Rucci, RoseGrown, Dudadamthang - Fuck That lyrics

[Rucci, RoseGrown, Dudadamthang - Fuck That lyrics]

Romo

Okay, I still crack cards, crack bitches
Crash whips
Hey, I'm off hella drugs, I can't feel shit
Bitch, remove my name from them lips
Ayy, you mad that your nigga ain't like this
What you know about a real ass nigga?
Rich as a bitch, off a pill ass nigga
Fuck how you feel, no chill ass nigga
Fresh up off that deal, this
Shit gettin' real, lil' nigga, ayy

Bop bop gang of whips like a chop shop
Block hot so you know I got my Glock cocked
Run 'em down
Stepped over 'em, nigga, overkill, ayy
Two shots to the head, niggas know the deal
Ain't finna be a victim, I'ma
Kill me a nigga, fuck that
Gun loaded, if you trippin'
Then I'm trippin', fuck that
'Bout whatever, if you with it
Then I'm with it, fuck that
I shoot it first
I ain't never know no bust back

Got your ass just like Rodney
You niggas can't stop me
Ayy, I'm slidin' in this Masi' off a molly
My young nigga fresh out off that homi'
First day and he tryna catch a body
I don't know about you niggas
I don't know about you bitches
I only know about myself, Rucci, Benji
Four-five extended, tell them niggas
Come and get it, ayy
Frontline, wartime, we hoppin' out that hemi
This a Hellcat, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Watch me double back
Freestylin', no effort
Tell 'em run it back
Tell them niggas catch up
I'm finna run a lap
Quick to run up in your house
Like where the money at?

Bop bop gang of whips like a chop shop
Block hot so you know I got my Glock cocked
Run 'em down
Stepped over 'em, nigga, overkill, ayy
Two shots to the head, niggas know the deal
Ain't finna be a victim, I'ma
Kill me a nigga, fuck that
Gun loaded, if you trippin'
Then I'm trippin', fuck that
'Bout whatever, if you with it
Then I'm with it, fuck that
I shoot it first
I ain't never know no bust back

I could fuck a nigga bitch
Way before I got money
All that hating make me wanna
Go harder on you, dummy
Bitches get to do the most
It ain't a job I can't get done
Nigga, show me how them lil' ass
Sticks gon' beat this drum
I got a decent ass image and a bad reputation
I'm a quarantine baby, bitch
I need my medication
And what? Bitch, this life I live
It take some dedication
(Can't walk a mile in my shoes, nigga)
Need this dick and love me not
'cause I'm not here for relation
I create that separation
When I'm desperate, i get dangerous
Pass a move or snatch a chain
Just put this dope up in your anus
I get dough 'cause I'm a hustler
I get bitches 'cause I'm famous
If I up it, i'ma sling it like Steve
Young or Troy Aikman
Man, I bust it, niggas know how I'm comin'
Ayy 40 in the holster, yopper in the luggage
Play me like a goose and
I'ma have you niggas duckin'
Fifty round clip, one in the head
Dick Butkus
Ayy, watch me do the damn thing, bitch
That's my name, bitch
And if we fuck, then we just
Fuck, ain't shit gon' change, bitch
Feel like Chris Brown, I know you
Want me for the fame, bitch
But I ain't no sucker, you
Ain't finna get a thing, bitch
Scatpack, then I lane switch, do
The dash 'cause I can, bitch
Left with more than I came with
Satisfied with the changes
Went from bein' broke to I can buy anything
Bitch choppers on my mama, my sidepiece
And my main bitch

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