​rugerrr lyrics

[Verse 1: percosits]
Red kicks, thick b*tch, swear that Ruger .57 make a n*gga sh*t bricks
3/5, where my skates at like a kick flip
3/5, hell nah, I need a pound and a zip
Told her come suck on my di*k
You can keep your panties on, 'cause I know it smells like fish, man
I don't want to hit, man, real n*gga, swear, I been on this sh*t, man
Emo n*gga cool with n*ggas that hit licks, man
Yeah, emo n*gga cool with n*ggas that clutch sticks, man
They show me love, anywhere I'm good, dude
And I'm out north, kicking sh*t like Kung Fu
They know who it is, they know who I am
Who is you, n*gga? You a f*cking fan
f*ck it, put a ping on his head like he lying
Called the b*tch on my phone, talking about stop all that lying
Flexing them 1k plays, boy, you got me crying
I get about 20k, I don't be trying

[Verse 2: phreshboyswag]
Smoking on this big blunt and it's girthy
She started sucking on my di*k, because it's girthy
f*cked an old b*tch, yeah, she was like thirty
f*cked an old b*tch, yeah, she was so nerdy
Yeah, she was wearing glasses
Yeah, in school I was skipping all my classes
Now in uni, I'm still skipping all my classes
You know she's a freak, yeah, she is so dirty
Had to lock in and get my hands dirty
How many bands in my bag? b*tch, thirty