Rukus

I'm pulling up wit' the ratchet, boy, aye
 Put them bullets through your jacket, boy, aye
 Mr. Never-snitchin', don't bother asking, boy
 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 "Mr. Fix-it"
 My ambitions as a rider, it's the Cracker Pac
 Serving rocks out my sock, gotta keep the block hot
 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