Ruffians
Ayy, I got the ball, pass it to my nigga, it′s a no-lookIf he a rat, don't care if he a fish, that boy get no hook
Ayy, know she fuck for nothin′, but I still buy her Chanel
Ayy, fucked her at the Hyatt, I was low as hell
Ayy, my bitch drive on that drill, I told her, "Bust it left"
Ayy, them bullets hit his hair, we can't go back to jail
I was broke, I came from nothing, oh, you can barely tell
Seventeen hoes, I took 'em tanning in the hills, they all from Nashville
The doors swing, I don′t know how to park this one
Ayy, rockin′ so much Chrome Hearts, my heart silver
Fuck who said that I can't rap, it got my house bigger
Give ′em thirty like Stephen and I let Hot dig 'em
I′m lit up a whole 'nother mode, with more power
Bad bitch, she look like Rubi Rose, she get no flowers
Bad bitch, she hell, but I copped her like the Lakers
Ayy, savage, but I been moving swift just like I′m Taylor
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
My opps, they hungry, so what's up on the barrel? The potato
I was hurtin', so I went and bought me some more acres
I spend my own money, you can ask my accountant at the label
I drink too much syrup, every time I piss, I see tomato
No, they didn′t picture this, I spent 20K just on some Gallery
Slide in that Charger, but we gon′ leave 'em dead just like a battery
A nigga scarred up, but no I can′t complain, my mama happy
I just point at God, if my name was Johnson, it wasn't magic
Ayy, I got the ball, pass it to my nigga, it′s a no-look
If he a rat, don't care if he a fish, that boy get no hook
Ayy, know she fuck for nothin′, but I still buy her Chanel
Ayy, fucked her at the Hyatt, I was low as hell
Ayy, my bitch drive on that drill, I told her, "Bust it left"
Ayy, them bullets hit his hair, we can't go back to jail
I was broke, I came from nothing, oh, you can barely tell
Seventeen hoes, I took 'em tanning in the hills, they all from Nashville
The doors swing, I don′t know how to park this one
Ayy, rockin′ so much Chrome Hearts, my heart silver
Fuck who said that I can't rap, it got my house bigger
Give ′em thirty like Stephen and I let Hot dig 'em
I′m lit up a whole 'nother mode, with more power
Bad bitch, she look like Rubi Rose, she get no flowers
Bad bitch, she hell, but I copped her like the Lakers
Ayy, savage, but I been moving swift just like I′m Taylor
