Rukus

I'm pulling up wit' the ratchet, boy, aye
Put them bullets through your jacket, boy
Aye mister never-snitchin', don't bother
Asking, boy, aye
Bad Shit with Lil Germ
We pullin' cappers, boy, aye
Dirty kitchen whippin'
Trap house my fall back position
Only visit when I'm fiendin' or itching
They call me "Mister fix-it"
My ambitions as a rider, it's the Cracker Pac
Serving rocks out my sock
Gotta keep the block hot

Aye, aye uh
(Too bad you're a fuckin hater)
Mutt the fuckin' nut, breathin' marijuana
Katana swingin', splittin' hunnid dollar cuts
I got a fuckin' razor, rusty blade ah
Stuffin' guts and fucking bitches up
And now my blunt about to bust
I got a bunch of craters in my fucking brain
When I arrive
I'm leaving plenty stains behind
I'll see you later, gorilla mask
I'll cross the line, banana clips
I'll rip out your spine
After I fuck an alligator

(Bad shit! Bootleg nigga, I don't–aye)
I don't like the look that's on your
Face when I walk in the place
I'm with these savages
Shoot you in your face fuckin' round
Lit my cig with a pad and pen
Better bet I'm ballin'
Roster full of scholars
Nigga, don't play no games
Nigga run up on you cocked
Aim for that brain
Secure the bag bitch I need all change
Yung nigga faded please stay out my lane
Blue hundon bet your bitch know my name
Ridin' providin' way for the sheep
Thumper tucked by my sack while I sleep
Give no fucks couple hoes in my Bronco truck
Beer Can Dan don't need no luck