[Intro]

Aye, aye, aye

Click-clack, rahh, bang

Gang gang, nigga

Gang gang in this bitch

Gang in this bitch

Bang, gang

[Bridge]

I'm sitting at my mansion, cooling booling, smoking tooka

Niggas acting like they shooters, niggas really losers

Pull up on a nigga, click-clack, then I lose 'em

Skudda skuh, now they seen the cops, click-clack dulah duh, bang

[Chorus]

Smoking tooka with my Ruger

My mothafucking Ruger got a ruler

Shoot this mothafucka at your lil medula

You ain't talking cash boy, you not cool

[Verse 1]

Pull up driving fast, my bitch say I'ma fooler

I'm smoking on this tooka cause I'll lose it

I lose my fucking mind and get to screwing niggas

Pull out this damn Glock and get to doing niggas

Nigga I tote Glocks, FNs and Rugers, nigga

My Ruger got a ruler and it'll shoot ya, nigga

Spank your ass like your teacher

And then I go and see the Deacon

I've been getting money since I had Beepers

Now I'm riding in foreigns and Beamers

Got some top from a bitch named Tina, and Ringa

And you know I brought my nina, Katrina

I ain't show up for court subpoena

Now I got a warrant, I don't give a D-M, I'ma demon

Smoking on this stinky stinkar

What you smoking smelling like a bunch of dirty reefer

[Bridge]

I'm sitting at my mansion, cooling booling, smoking tooka

Niggas acting like they shooters, niggas really losers

Pull up on a nigga, click-clack, then I lose 'em

Skudda skuh, now they seen the cops, click-clack dulah duh, bang

[Chorus]

Smoking tooka with my Ruger

My mothafucking Ruger got a ruler

Shoot this mothafucka at your lil medula

You ain't talking cash boy, you not cool

[Verse 2]

My Tec got a cooler-cooler

Shoot it at your damn medula-dula

I'm rolling with a bunch of killers, shooter-shooters

We pull up on your block and get to shooting you and you, nigga

Smoke, and we ride off smoke

Smoking on this too, Tutu I'ma fool

And I'm with my crew

And my son and Krue

We belong in the zoo

We some animals with some tools

Don't play with my fool, I remember being broke

Pull up to the show, with my fucking rolls

Catch ya at the stop sign, we gon' up these poles and blow, blow

Boy Jojo-Jo, 4-5 Ruger and a 4-O

[Bridge]

I'm sitting at my mansion, cooling booling, smoking tooka

Niggas acting like they shooters, niggas really losers

Pull up on a nigga, click-clack, then I lose 'em

Skudda skuh, now they seen the cops, click-clack dulah duh, bang