Ruger, Rell, Dipset

I like cars, clothes, jewelry

But I got a gun fetish man, Rugers at that

You know what I'm rockin' out with



Hook:

I got Rugers in the trunk

Pull over and dump

Rugers in the trunk

Pull over and dump

(Repeat)



Verse 1:

When it come to them guns, Ruger's a pro

I cock it back, squeeze it, let it blow

No niggaz too big, no niggaz too small

And when it come to coke, my middle name is U-Haul

I move it all (You move it all?)

Damn right, I move it all

From the soft to the hard that nigga Rell is on his job

And dude I'm what a baller be, that's why your girl calling me

Dope wasn't moving so we took it up to Albany

Upstate, New York, fiends spending that dough

They put it in they arm or sniff it up they nose

Mac'll leave 'em dead, I think he a fed

Cuz when he front you birds he don't be checkin' for his bread

26's rolling on the ride

Break ya jaw and have you eatin' chicken noodle soup with soda on the side

Yeah, cuz you's a chump, so nigga what you want

I got Mac's, AR-15's, but most of all



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Verse 2:

Two dope strips, plus I'm selling guns

If ya money right, you can buy you one

There's Rugers on deck, the choppers is too

Plus them small dilligers that fit up in your shoe

Cash back home, and yeah he on his ish

My workers took a lost, but they back on the strip

Drive through Weeks Ave in the Porsche, seats is low

We gon' play this little game called "Where you keep the dough?"

Is it in the ceiling, is it in the floor

Is the Ruger gon' pop if you don't tell me more

And no you not a hustler, never touched a brick

You more like Isaiah, you can't handle the nicks

Never been on the grind, lemme play with them dimes

Have 'em in that black S5-50 reclined, yeah

And nigga you's a chump, so nigga what you want

That riot pump sittin' on the seat, but homie



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