Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song In the Uber with a Ruger, artist - Jackboy. Album song Lost In My Head, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.09.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, Jackboy, Sniper Gang
Song language: English
In the Uber with a Ruger |
My video vixen give super fuckin' head |
If you fuck her, both of y’all ass dead |
With my shooter in the Uber with a Ruger (With a Ruger, bitch) |
Far from a loser so that’s how I maneuver (How I maneuver, bitch) |
Drum on the Drac', droppin' hits like producers (Like producers, bitch) |
Boy, you be flaggin', only thuggin' on computers (On computers, bitch) |
Hit up Saks, two words, Richard Mueller (Richard Mueller, bitch) |
He tryna tax so I’m 'bout to rob my jeweler (Rob my jeweler, bitch) |
Gucci bandit but my girl a YSL trooper (YSL trooper, yeah) |
Step out the mall, more shit than a booster |
Step out the mall with more shit than a booster (Than a booster) |
Walk up on me, lil' bitch, I’ma shot you (Rrah, rrah, rrah) |
Nigga pussy, only thuggin' on computers (Thuggin' on computers) |
Still in the hood, I’m still certified shooter (Bitch, I still got strength) |
I’m not no tutor, bitch, teach a lesson, shoot a bitch |
Can’t love no groupie bitch steady tryin' sneaky shit |
Always tweetin' shit so I had to leave the bitch |
Thuggin' in the ditch, mobbin', tryna hit a lick |
With my shooter in the Uber with a Ruger (With a Ruger, bitch) |
Far from a loser so that’s how I maneuver (How I maneuver, bitch) |
Drum on the Drac', droppin' hits like producers (Like producers, bitch) |
Boy, you be flaggin', only thuggin' on computers (On computers, bitch) |
Hit up Saks, two words, Richard Mueller (Richard Mueller, bitch) |
He tryna tax so I’m 'bout to rob my jeweler (Rob my jeweler, bitch) |
Gucci bandit but my girl a YSL trooper (YSL trooper, bitch) |
Step out the mall, more shit than a booster (Than a booster, bitch) |
My video vixen give super fuckin' head (Super head) |
If you fuck her then both of y’all ass dead (Y'all ass dead) |
Could’ve had your ho but left that bitch on read (Yeah, yeah) |
City boy, pussy ho, cut the check (Give me that bread) |
You ain’t pushing weight, pussy nigga, don’t flex (Don't flex) |
I ain’t tryna talk, pussy ho, just undress (Yeah, yeah) |
Niggas hatin', why they mad at success? |
(Rrah, rrah, rrah) |
I was broke now eighty thousand around my neck (Bitch, I got that cash) |
With my shooter in the Uber with a Ruger (With a Ruger, bitch) |
Far from a loser so that’s how I maneuver (How I maneuver, bitch) |
Drum on the Drac', droppin' hits like producers (Like producers, bitch) |
Boy, you be flaggin', only thuggin' on computers (On computers, bitch) |
Hit up Saks, two words, Richard Mueller (Richard Mueller, bitch) |
He tryna tax so I’m 'bout to rob my jeweler (Rob my jeweler, bitch) |
Gucci bandit but my girl a YSL trooper (YSL trooper, bitch) |
Step out the mall, more shit than a booster (Rrah, rrah, rrah) |
With my shooter in the Uber with a Ruger (Rrah, rrah, rrah) |
Far from a loser so that’s how I maneuver (How I maneuver, bitch) |
Drum on the Drac', droppin' hits like producers (Like producers, bitch) |
Boy, you be flaggin', thuggin' on computers (On computers) |
Hit up Saks, Richard Mueller (Rrah, rrah, rrah) |
He tryna tax, rob my jeweler (Rrah, rrah) |
Gucci bandit, YSL trooper (Rrah, rrah) |
Step out the mall, than a booster |