Rucks One - Yungin' Lyrics

Little gronks they ain't with the shit had a oz or two up in my draws yeah now I'm living it
Stacking gwap up on my own it look like pyramids need to shut your mouth you motherf*ckers too inquisitive
I never chat much mac truck I be blacked up
223 with an extra beam for these sad cunts
Now watch out rko with the knockout
These little flops gonna get sent right back to the dog house
I be on my own shit never nothing else
Aiming for the top I be grinding like I can't reach the shelf
My flow is insane ballistic shots
An instant loss I never gave a f*ck bout a op
I drop 1 track you cunts wanna follow me
I be on my own level vibing up like geometry
A prodigy can't top the shit I do like astronomy
Back when I was rolling up chronic or known as broccoli
I was popping pills just to get my brain away fade away
Rucks one always be on that paper chase
I was smoking bewgs that be on the day to day
Had to wake up to myself an get back cause I stayed away
I be on my music ting now nothing else
My bars hitting deeper like you had a knife and ya stabbed ya self
Need to rearrange these strains mother f*cker
I be cruising around a bit insane mother f*cker
Little gronks they ain't with the shit had a oz or two up in my draws yeah now I'm living it
Stacking gwap up on my own it look like pyramids need to shut your mouth you motherf*ckers too inquisitive
I was 14 sitting in trap meets
Back seats running from the jacks no athlete
Aiming red beams causing a nose bleed
Try ark up give a f*ck bout your gold teeth
I don't need cash any more I'm eetswa
Every where I went I made sure that the grass was greener
Yeah f*ck a feature f*ck a f*ck a feature
Cruise around the joint I pop out with a cleaver
I be up all night energy high the room died
Rocked up now the energy rised it's no lie
Got vapors strapped on my feet all
I do is stay true big f*ck to police
Cause my lips locked bitch stop take your wrist watch
Put it in my dacks and I'm pulling up at pit stop
My shit pops raindrops on a rooftop
Use to be bout making that cash but I was too lost
Yeah my brains pretty fried and I know that
Doing drops call me postman pat with a show bag
My flows phat
Ridiculous when I'm spitting it
Shivving get up close never intimate when I'm dipping him
Little gronks they ain't with the shit had a oz or two up in my draws yeah now I'm living it
Stacking gwap up on my own it look like pyramids need to shut your mouth you motherf*ckers too inquisitive
Double up use to double cups with the medicine adrenaline
Rucks One never get to the questioning
Im heaven sent top of the chart president
Rolling up shooting the whole clip burn the evidence
These plastic f*cks In the field as if
At 15 I was filling up rounds in clips
Down ya clique walk around you surround my drip
When it pops need to watch the amount of kick woah
And I don't need no cunt
At 16 I was dealing out a bema bra
Occa flipping out my dacks 2 seater cuz
Yous wouldn't know bout trapping with a heater nah
I was doing this back when I had no life
No time for a little bitch I got dope rhymes
My flows immaculate grab a Mac and I smack ya bitch
32 in the clippa wiggin I'm having it
You be smoking on shabu I overwrite that
Chilling in a all white Benz rocking my Nike hat
Fly back to reality yeah your a tradegy
Ending my verse right here spitting it rapidly
Little gronks they ain't with the shit had a oz or two up in my draws yeah now I'm living it
Stacking gwap up on my own it look like pyramids need to shut your mouth you motherf*ckers too inquisitive