[Intro]
(This Money Mooktoven)
Woo, woo
Rudy gang business
Fuck these cap ass niggas, man (I'ma let y'all know how the game go)
Gang (Don't trip out, niggas gon' fold)
Nah, for real, slatt
Lotto gang, Rudy gang, EBD
Whole lot of inf' shit, y'all know what's goin'
[Verse]
Fuck around and caught a case (What?)
'Cause they killed Baby Snake (Come on, come on, get his ass)
Y'all some pussies, y'all some rats (Pussy ass nigga)
Caught y'all talking to them jakes (Twelve ass niggas)
You ain't having no foreign (Cap)
Do you really wanna race? (He don't, skrrt)
I beat that pussy down (Beat it up, beat it up, beat it up)
I soak it wet as a lake (Drownin' in that pussy)
I'm standing ten toes down (I'm solid)
I can never be a fake (That's cap, can never)
We blowing o's, going viral (For real, for real)
But you can call up Drake (OVO)
I'm having mojo like Austin Powers (You dig?)
But I can never age (Nah, nigga)
Lil' buddy hit, that pussy sour (Stupid ass nigga)
I told his ass he gon' have AIDS (The fuck on, nigga)
Lil' baby, I am not a coward (No, no, no, no)
Plus I don't do no dates (No, no, no, no)
Two twin Dracos, Eiffel towers (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
Who really wanna play? (Nobody, nobody, slatt)
I had to stay down for this shit (Stayed down)
Eighty rounds in my clip (Grraow)
Smoke by the pound in this bitch (Yeah)
Hell yeah, had to bust down my wrist (Rollie)
Flex ten, she wanna just in the Benz (Really?)
Just me and her and her doin' her friends (Then what?)
Young nigga ready to commit a sin (For real)
Young nigga ready to commit a sin (He is)
Eighty racks on your head (Head)
I bet they find you dead (He gone, he gone, slatt)
You talkin' to the feds (Stop talkin', nigga)
That white T gon' be red (He gone, nigga)
Percs fuckin' up my head (I'm itching, I'm itching, I'm itching)
Xan put me in the bed (Uh)
Bands poking out my pocket (Bands on me, racks)
I gotta keep that pocket rocket (Grraow, baow, baow)
All that poppin', need to stop it
I am the player, not siking (Sike)
Tell your future like a psychic (Psychic)
Yeah, my Instagram poppin' (For real)
All these hoes tryna like it (Like it)
Late night, yeah, we striking (Striking)
Tryna come up on a million (A million)
Stack the racks up to the ceiling (Ceiling)
Doin' the dash, drop the ceiling (Drop it)
Pull up where you at (Where you at, lil' niggas?)
Just drop the address (Here you go, slatt)
Slide to your block, make a mess (Grraow, baow, baow)
Them ninety-two niggas on the stretch' (They gone, you know it)
You say it's a light-skin boy with dreads? (What his name?)
Oh, that fuck nigga be flexing (He cap)
Rudy gang business (Y'all know what's goin', shh)
Slatt (What's happenin'?)
[Outro]
Nah, for real
All these pussy ass niggas know what the fuck goin' on with Rudy Gang
Y'all niggas know what the fuck goin' on with us, man
We ain't doin' to much talkin'
Y'all niggas cap, just go on with y'all hoes
These messy ass hoes be the setup
Get that ass put on a stretch'
Man, y'all know what's goin' on, I ain't saying too much
Just know, slatt
