(Intro):

Say R! (Say R)

Ruga!

Yeah that! (Gang)

Y’all know how Im coming man

You don’t want no smoke

Yeah that

500 (aye, aye)

[Verse]

Out here thuggin since a baby

Sellin drugs and fuckin' ladies

Only money can persuade me

Bad bitch ride me when Im lazy

Remember bitches wouldn't fade me

Now they want me cause I'm Swavy

Pull up on a opp like daily

I got bands so shoutout Katie

Ruga Boys I fuck with them

Them other boys I bust at them

Know you mad we killed yo man

But in this game I play to win

Free my dawgs up out the pen

Since Drock died I never grin

Niggas tweetin out my name

You really mean it, how it been?

Tell the lord forgive my sins

Cause I did wrong to many men

Want some work? I got that work

I am the plug, how many grams?

Pints of lean and plenty xans

Just bought 8 shots from Lil Kim

Freaky Young he had the plan

I only sell to feed his fam

And you know I keep a drum

Like I would never lead a band

Gogo clappin, DJ clappin

Got them peas like Will.i.am

Im the best and still I am

Said Im bossin, kill I am

30 clips up in them rugars

Old enough to do ya men

You won't see me on no songs with these niggas

Cause they bitches

I am with it, I go get it

You want drugs come get prescriptions

Stop that talkin, nigga listen

Lee got poles like he be fishin'

Fix your job or he be missin'

Countin guap my fingers itchin'

Feds just wanna lock me up

Niggas never shot me up

Still on my block still with them guys

Im just a bit more popular

Groupie bitches top me up

But that shit just not enough

I wanna buy my mom a house

I wanna buy my pops a truck

Ruga Boys I swear we up

If you ain't gang then get the fuck

Got a little foreign bitch

And Im bout to make her nut

Fuck the opps they hate my guts

But it’s okay them niggas suck

Ask these hoes they know wassup

But just run up and try your luck

My team shootin like the pistons

Got that like white like Jason Witten

Do no flockin wit them chickens

All my life I made decisions

Had to get it, shit ain't givin'

Told yall I was gon be winnin'

Stack my money to the celling

Im so hard that shit ain't healin'

Thats too bad I got no feelings

Gone from Maryland to the millions

See you lurkin' but im chillin'

On my side feeling good

Poppin' pills, rollin' woods

You can catch me by your hood

Ima G understood

Play with me there'll be blood

Turn the plug to the jug

I need way fatter nugs

Dont get killed tryna mug

Bitch Im young and a thug

And Im young, countin dubs

Yo bitch give me back rubs

Bitches give me mad love

That shit make you sad bruh

Dont make me run up in your house

And hurt your moms and dad bruh

And I don’t support that question

Yall sum fucking faggots bruh

Nigga you try to finesse me

And that will be your last bruh

Cause I only bought this glizzy just to let it blast bruh

I ain't wit the house tea so I might need to mask up

They be thuggin out stuntin'

Got them deuce and dagger

Turn him into a swagger

And my pockets fatter

You can pull up on the grove and get your window shot up

Man sometimes I ask myself do this shit really matter?

But then fuck it Im not trippin'

Ima fuckin savage

My girl tryna clamp me but I can’t say to back up

Bitch Im out here and Im thuggin'

And Im livin lavish