Free Rucci

Lyrics

[Verse 1 ?] Free my nigga Rucci, he was known for riding [?] They gave my nigga 12, now he can't even get no coochie Two chopsticks, turn a nigga into sushi And [?] Chris Brown, my bitch like [?] [Verse 2 ?] Free my nigga Stone, he probably stripped you out your kit Niggas know that I ain't racist, these buffs whiter than the bitch Brand new auti piece, VS1, hit me for ten Brand new Glock, please don't think that I'm a lick Pussy ass nigga [Verse 3 ?] Bitch, we got rich like I told you When we got strapped, [?] looking like Magnolia Boy, I got these bricks [?] sitting in the foil Take that watch, take that chain off your neck, we don't know you Nigga [Verse 4 ?] I pull up on the scene, I got that Glock with me, I'm [?] Talking crazy to me, you make the newspaper, [?] Block jumping, boes moving quick, bitch, we pumping [?] with me slowed up off that Wok, he moving sluggish How you know Biggs, and you don't know it's still free [?]? Smoking strong bitches like you stoned, bitch, I'm blowed Keep your mouth closed, or you gon' get your eyes closed Have them youngings [?] if you ain't living by that code [Verse 5 ?] Mafia, the mafia, we in the mafia Not with them impostors, we can do a lot for ya That's your bitch, I sponcer her Better yet, she'll sponcer me [?] [Verse 6 ?] Me and mines ride bikes with the pegs Foreign coupes, blue lights, loud pipes with them bands Niggas thought that we was finished, we was fighting the feds Now I'm chilling up in Vegas, something nice in my bed Bands in my pants, something nice on my neck Try to reach for it, same night, he be dead On my baby, nigga came out the crib, I brought like 80 with me This new Glock'll turn a nigga to your favorite picture [Verse 7 ?] I'm with Rockhead, he known [?] niggas like jail spreads Boss now, nigga, [?] in I can tell bro who [?] we shake hands My fingers hurting, nigga, I just counted up 200 bands Would've used the money counter, but this motherfucker jammed Could've bought some Mari Jane, but I got some Peter Pan Boy, this dope so strong, take your ass to Disney Land This China White from hong cong, call this shit Jacki Chan Got a thousand on blue jeans, and I ain't talking pants Twenty thousand in my jeans, put it on your head He get an extra twenty easy, hit him in the head [?] just sent off twenty P's, don't need no rap advance [Verse 8: BandGang Javar] Could've held a steady job, but I've got unemployment money Probably put it in your name, send the card to my auntie I just blessed her with ten K, Keke love me She said I'm a hustler like my daddy, she don't judge me Something 'bout you [?] don't sit right with me It make me think you in it for the money, you won't slide with me Come to think about it, in the feds, you ain't writing me See I'm on dog shit, now you be acting not so tight with me