We gone meet they ass right up at the rucker
Ballin' hard like KD from the rucker
Hall of fame defense PJ Tucker
Now every bitch wanna know me and my brothers
They gon cut up, Nep and Gotit gone cut up
They some real ones, damn them niggas stay gloved up
We too smooth dance on a bitch just like Usher
Run that shit up, boy I cannot ever fumble
I can't fumble, aye, aye, aye
I can't fumble
She gon throw the cake up, and I ate it up like it's a cupcake
F*cked her make up, she was acting stuck up
She acting like a sucka cause my bucks up
Came through with the team, came with the Thunder
Told me she got friends they all tryna f*ck us
All us strapped up, ain't talking rubbers
All us strapped up, we on our Danny glover
I'm with Sage and I'm with Nep them boys my brothers
You f*ck around I got the chop, that shit the cutter
I'm from the trap, I'm from the real, I'm from the gutter
I poured it up, I'm on the syrup, I'm feeling f*cked up
Pulled up a sour Benz, they face gone pucker
Now we getting noticed all of a sudden
Bitches tryna get close but I can't cuddle
NEP2NE got that ocean, these niggas got puddle
Ballin' hard like Russell dropping triple double
Me, Sage, and Gotit, we them niggas can't be subtle
We don't got no time for the tussle rebuttal
And you know we niggas, got them cutters we huddle
We not average Joes, pop yo shit if you Budden
Got superbad bitches, feelin' like McLovin
This Glock I get to huggin, if you get to muggin
I remember I ain't have nothing, turn nothing into something
I know this shit gone work out, these numbers I been crunching
Had a gut feeling, a nigga havin' hunches
Got bitches look like honey oats, they come in bunches
We gone meet they ass right up at the rucker
Ballin' hard like KD from the rucker
Hall of fame defense PJ Tucker
Now every bitch wanna know me and my brothers
They gon cut up, Nep and Gotit gon cut up
They some real ones, damn them niggas stay gloved up
We too smooth dance on a bitch just like Usher
Run that shit up, boy I cannot ever fumble
RUCKER (feat. Gotitallghetto & Sage) Video (MV)
Performed By: NEP2NE
Language: English
Length: 2:38
Written by: Chris Lannaman, Darns Petit-Hommes, Jason Flukers
NEP2NE - RUCKER (feat. Gotitallghetto & Sage) Lyrics
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We gone meet they ass right up at the rucker
Ballin' hard like KD from the rucker
Hall of fame defense PJ Tucker
Now every bitch wanna know me and my brothers
They gon cut up, Nep and Gotit gone cut up
They some real ones, damn them niggas stay gloved up
We too smooth dance on a bitch just like Usher
Run that shit up, boy I cannot ever fumble
I can't fumble, aye, aye, aye
I can't fumble
She gon throw the cake up, and I ate it up like it's a cupcake
F*cked her make up, she was acting stuck up
She acting like a sucka cause my bucks up
Came through with the team, came with the Thunder
Told me she got friends they all tryna f*ck us
All us strapped up, ain't talking rubbers
All us strapped up, we on our Danny glover
I'm with Sage and I'm with Nep them boys my brothers
You f*ck around I got the chop, that shit the cutter
I'm from the trap, I'm from the real, I'm from the gutter
I poured it up, I'm on the syrup, I'm feeling f*cked up
Pulled up a sour Benz, they face gone pucker
Now we getting noticed all of a sudden
Bitches tryna get close but I can't cuddle
NEP2NE got that ocean, these niggas got puddle
Ballin' hard like Russell dropping triple double
Me, Sage, and Gotit, we them niggas can't be subtle
We don't got no time for the tussle rebuttal
And you know we niggas, got them cutters we huddle
We not average Joes, pop yo shit if you Budden
Got superbad bitches, feelin' like McLovin
This Glock I get to huggin, if you get to muggin
I remember I ain't have nothing, turn nothing into something
I know this shit gone work out, these numbers I been crunching
Had a gut feeling, a nigga havin' hunches
Got bitches look like honey oats, they come in bunches
We gone meet they ass right up at the rucker
Ballin' hard like KD from the rucker
Hall of fame defense PJ Tucker
Now every bitch wanna know me and my brothers
They gon cut up, Nep and Gotit gon cut up
They some real ones, damn them niggas stay gloved up
We too smooth dance on a bitch just like Usher
Run that shit up, boy I cannot ever fumble
Ballin' hard like KD from the rucker
Hall of fame defense PJ Tucker
Now every bitch wanna know me and my brothers
They gon cut up, Nep and Gotit gone cut up
They some real ones, damn them niggas stay gloved up
We too smooth dance on a bitch just like Usher
Run that shit up, boy I cannot ever fumble
I can't fumble, aye, aye, aye
I can't fumble
She gon throw the cake up, and I ate it up like it's a cupcake
F*cked her make up, she was acting stuck up
She acting like a sucka cause my bucks up
Came through with the team, came with the Thunder
Told me she got friends they all tryna f*ck us
All us strapped up, ain't talking rubbers
All us strapped up, we on our Danny glover
I'm with Sage and I'm with Nep them boys my brothers
You f*ck around I got the chop, that shit the cutter
I'm from the trap, I'm from the real, I'm from the gutter
I poured it up, I'm on the syrup, I'm feeling f*cked up
Pulled up a sour Benz, they face gone pucker
Now we getting noticed all of a sudden
Bitches tryna get close but I can't cuddle
NEP2NE got that ocean, these niggas got puddle
Ballin' hard like Russell dropping triple double
Me, Sage, and Gotit, we them niggas can't be subtle
We don't got no time for the tussle rebuttal
And you know we niggas, got them cutters we huddle
We not average Joes, pop yo shit if you Budden
Got superbad bitches, feelin' like McLovin
This Glock I get to huggin, if you get to muggin
I remember I ain't have nothing, turn nothing into something
I know this shit gone work out, these numbers I been crunching
Had a gut feeling, a nigga havin' hunches
Got bitches look like honey oats, they come in bunches
We gone meet they ass right up at the rucker
Ballin' hard like KD from the rucker
Hall of fame defense PJ Tucker
Now every bitch wanna know me and my brothers
They gon cut up, Nep and Gotit gon cut up
They some real ones, damn them niggas stay gloved up
We too smooth dance on a bitch just like Usher
Run that shit up, boy I cannot ever fumble
Writer: Chris Lannaman, Darns Petit-Hommes, Jason Flukers
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid