Charles Ruffingham lyrics

[Intro]
(Samuel Ivy)‎‎

[Verse]
You sleepin' and geekin'
I pull up and reap it, I'm keepin' the soft, b*tch, you already know
Chillin' with killers and dealers
They sizzle your throat if you talk, b*tch, you know how it go
Piecin' the pieces together
Bro, don't even sweat her, you knew that lil' b*tch was a ho
n*gga, you know how it go
Just get the money, them b*tches gon' be at the door
Shoe collection a galore
Bet you can't find this sh*t here at nobody store
Is you lil' n*ggas important?
The answer is no, my n*gga, you still a lil' boy
I be so full of the joy
Why is you hatin'? You need to go feed your lil' boy
Turned myself into a boss
I paid the lil' cost, I hustled and now I еnjoy
Shout out to Kevin Laroy
He tatted mе up, I pull up and they cannot afford
Takin' the picture and wishin' a n*gga
Would put out a hand and pull her aboard
All you lil' suckers are sore
You runnin' a lap and collapse while I run up the board
I just get so damn annoyed
I take a lil' drive and ride until I get bored