Lyrics Bong In The Booth 1 - RUCCI

Bong In The Booth 1

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
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