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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rucci
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Juan Martinez Jr
Songwriter
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Okay
Go, go, go, go
I got a lot to say, huh
Rucci dawg, baby, notorious, ay, ay
[Verse 2]
Check your team, who the motherfuckin' realest? (Who the realest?)
Who that ****? Who that motherfuckin' ****? (I know)
Now who gon' get it? Who gon' pay them boys a visit? (Huh?)
Last time I checked I'm that **** doin' digits (Okay)
My **** call me Midget (Midget), the bitches call me Rucci (Rucci)
I hop out with clips like, oh shit, it's a movie (Boom, boom)
North of the land on the map, we the West
Leave the feelings to your man, baby, I just want a check
Give it up, give it up and give it to me (To me)
Big dawg, Rucci dawg (Go Rucci)
Shining from my wrist, neck, and my earlobes
Pull up, ask 'em what that shit hit for (Go)
Beat a case (What?) Bought a couple straps
Shot him in his face, the homie double back (That's North)
Big face, blue face, yeah, I'm into that (Yeah, I'm into that)
They love me how I bag a bitch and make her get a bag
Hit a lick, I won't miss, I ain't tryna brag (Tryna brag)
Hit a bitch with my bitch, I ain't tryna brag (Tryna brag)
Getting dough out my bitch, I ain't gotta ask (No)
In your set with a TEC, where everybody at? (Okay, huh?)
[Verse 3]
Know I go up, when it go down (Okay)
Murder man, you know what's up when I'm around (Okay)
Ten toes down, lay a **** down
Body in the lost and found
Man, that's just how we get down, ay
Whoa, whoa, yell it out the coupe when I shoot (Shoot)
I don't fuck with fakes, real **** I salute, ay
Whoa, whoa, yell it out the coupe when I shoot (Shoot)
I don't fuck with fakes, real **** I salute
[Verse 4]
I be hanging with them troops, ain't that the motherfuckin' truth?
Strapped up in the booth, shit, I'm ready to shoot (Okay)
Like Sean Mack, ****, that's just what I do (Do)
Hanging out the roof, bitch, I'm finna act a fool
Fuck a bitch and pass her to the little homie (That's North)
Can't hang around me if you ain't gon' kill for me (That's North)
Real ****, don't say shit, I do my Dougie (That's North)
Keep somethin' put away, case it get ugly (That's North)
Rucci dawg, baby, street's hottest youngin (Okay)
I ain't with the fussin', known to hit them with that oven
These **** out here nothin', how the fuck they out here buzzin'?
These **** out here bummy, man, this rap shit funny (Huh?)
That's why I always stay to myself, don't fuck with **** on that rap shit
'Cause **** known to switch up on you, on some rap shit
Tryna figure out what I'ma hit tonight
Can't decide whether a lick or a bitch tonight, I'm gone
[Verse 5]
Know I go up, when it go down (Okay)
Murder man, you know what's up when I'm around (Okay)
Ten toes down, lay a **** down
Body in the lost and found
Man, that's just how we get down, ay
Whoa, whoa, yell it out the coupe when I shoot (Shoot)
I don't fuck with fakes, real **** I salute, ay
Whoa, whoa, yell it out the coupe when I shoot (Shoot)
I don't fuck with fakes, real **** I salute
[Verse 6]
That's North
That's North
That's North
That's North
Written by: Rucci