Bong In The Booth 1 - RUCCI

Why the fuck I ain’t gotta deal, why I ain’t signed yet

Real shit

My little homie buying pills, just to hit the field

Fuck that, I need a deal

It’s a muthafuckin shame, aye these niggas tryna merge in my lane

My name ain’t Dennis, but I’m a menace with that cane

Oh you ain’t get it, that just went over your brain

What’s my mothafuckin name, my name’s Juan

I stay calm, I promise I don’t say none

This K drum, a make a nigga day calm

A brave heart, but I’m known to break hearts

Play it smart, I’m a teach if you reach

Come across beach, got everything that you need

You know me, bitch I bang what I bleed

I-N-G-L-E-W-O-O-D, R-U Double C-I

Strapped up in the V-I-P, just like T. I

On Norf, this a freestyle, meanwhile

These niggas throwing bricks, I’m getting rebounds

You see how these bitches riding dick, they wanna be down

Nigga thats just how it goes, wasn’t raised to be no hoe

These niggas don’t want no smoke

man, 5th floor, I’m coming through your window

I cannot lose faith, I’m the mothafuckin shit bro

Aye my little homie popped pills, just to hit the field

Man this shit getting real, I’m tryna stop leanin

So I feel what he feel, fuck that I need a mothafuckin deal

I’m talking comma after comma, I’ll be smoking on that bomb like Osama

I’ll be front lining, posted with that choppa

I’m tryna cop a Benz for my momma, and my llama

You don’t get it, you don’t pay attention

I’m a mothafuckin boss, you better not play with midget

I’ll have a nigga lost, leave a nigga missing

Mothafuck recess, I was in detention

Okay I’m lost in the booth, dripping sauce in the booth

Got my bong in the booth, all I talk is the truth

I got my bong in the booth, I call this bong in the booth

Tripping on myself, I ain’t planned this

If the bitch keep talking, I’m a park her like Candice

I fuck you when I want, you a fan bitch

I’m busy counting bands, I ain’t tryna be romantic

I’m like throw it back Atlantic, I said throw it back Atlantic

My nigga Tuck still making plays with

Man oh man, and niggas still scamming

No rap capping, in the booth just laughing

Thinking ‘bout the days, me and Mackk was still bracking

Yeah I’m lost in the booth, dripping sauce in the booth

Bong in the booth, all I talk is the truth

I got my bong in the booth, I call this bong in the booth

I’m tryna cop a Benz for my momma and my llama

You don’t get it, you don’t pay attention

Bong in the booth, I call this bong in the booth

They call me RuccDawg baby, they call me RuccDawg baby

That’s on Norf, that was a freestyle, on my momma

I ain’t wrote shit down since High School

And uh, I’m a drop out, but I’m rocking out

With my clout, rocking out with my cock out

Pulling a lot of guap out, bitch, 2019

Tako’s Son