"ruger clap" lyrics
lilbubblegum x letoa Lyrics
Who the fuck is gosha?
Milasius, come back
The world is yours
Ayy, ayy
Ruger clap, (Pow) chopper on my lap, huh
It's so funny, make more money than your dad, hah
Come get your mans, he be talkin' smack, yeah (What)
We run his fade, then we shave him with this Mac (Pow)
Ruger clap, (Pah, pah) chopper on my lap, huh
It's so funny, make more money than your dad, hah
Come get your mans, he be talkin' smack, yeah (What)
We run his fade, then we (Yeah) shave him (Yeah) with this Mac (Pow, yeah)
Yeah, bitch, came in with a stick (Blow, blow)
Yeah, two toted Glocks inside (Skrrt) the whip, uh
Yeah, makin all this money from a hit, uh
Yeah, if she back it up I'ma hit, uh
Yeah, they think I sold my soul but I ain't sellin' shit
Yeah, my heart real cold, I won't wife a bitch
Yeah, I'ma stay in my lone
But I got too many thots tryna hit my phone
Ruger clap, (Pow) chopper on my lap, huh
It's so funny, make more money than your dad, hah
Come get your mans, he be talkin' smack, yeah (What)
We run his fade, then we shave him with this Mac (Pow)
Ruger clap, (Pah, pah) chopper on my lap, huh
It's so funny, make more money than your dad, hah
Come get your mans, he be talkin' smack, yeah (Hah)
We run his fade, (Ay) then we shave (Ay) him with this Mac (Pow, okay)
This eleven, no question, it's finna pull up on your bredrin (Pow)
We shootin' like Stephen and then we turn him blue, no mentions
Man, you in my presence, so you better watch where you steppin'
This choppa gon' sneeze and leave the oppa with a blessin'
Yeah, we gettin' to the gwap, huh
We can't even stop, hm (Pow)
Shawty wanna fuck with us 'cause she know we on top
Yeah, we gettin' to the gwap, huh
We can't even stop, hm (What)
Shawty wanna fuck with us (Ay) 'cause she (Ay) know we on top (Yeah)
Ruger clap, (Pow) chopper on my lap, huh
It's so funny, make more money than your dad, hah
Come get your mans, he be talkin' smack, yeah (What)
We run his fade, then we shave him with this Mac (Pow)
Ruger clap, (Pah, pah) chopper on my lap, huh
It's so funny, make more money than your dad, hah
Come get your mans, he be talkin' smack, yeah (What)
We run his fade, then we shave him with this Mac (Pow)
Milasius, come back
The world is yours
Ayy, ayy
Ruger clap, (Pow) chopper on my lap, huh
It's so funny, make more money than your dad, hah
Come get your mans, he be talkin' smack, yeah (What)
We run his fade, then we shave him with this Mac (Pow)
Ruger clap, (Pah, pah) chopper on my lap, huh
It's so funny, make more money than your dad, hah
Come get your mans, he be talkin' smack, yeah (What)
We run his fade, then we (Yeah) shave him (Yeah) with this Mac (Pow, yeah)
Yeah, bitch, came in with a stick (Blow, blow)
Yeah, two toted Glocks inside (Skrrt) the whip, uh
Yeah, makin all this money from a hit, uh
Yeah, if she back it up I'ma hit, uh
Yeah, they think I sold my soul but I ain't sellin' shit
Yeah, my heart real cold, I won't wife a bitch
Yeah, I'ma stay in my lone
But I got too many thots tryna hit my phone
Ruger clap, (Pow) chopper on my lap, huh
It's so funny, make more money than your dad, hah
Come get your mans, he be talkin' smack, yeah (What)
We run his fade, then we shave him with this Mac (Pow)
Ruger clap, (Pah, pah) chopper on my lap, huh
It's so funny, make more money than your dad, hah
Come get your mans, he be talkin' smack, yeah (Hah)
We run his fade, (Ay) then we shave (Ay) him with this Mac (Pow, okay)
This eleven, no question, it's finna pull up on your bredrin (Pow)
We shootin' like Stephen and then we turn him blue, no mentions
Man, you in my presence, so you better watch where you steppin'
This choppa gon' sneeze and leave the oppa with a blessin'
Yeah, we gettin' to the gwap, huh
We can't even stop, hm (Pow)
Shawty wanna fuck with us 'cause she know we on top
Yeah, we gettin' to the gwap, huh
We can't even stop, hm (What)
Shawty wanna fuck with us (Ay) 'cause she (Ay) know we on top (Yeah)
Ruger clap, (Pow) chopper on my lap, huh
It's so funny, make more money than your dad, hah
Come get your mans, he be talkin' smack, yeah (What)
We run his fade, then we shave him with this Mac (Pow)
Ruger clap, (Pah, pah) chopper on my lap, huh
It's so funny, make more money than your dad, hah
Come get your mans, he be talkin' smack, yeah (What)
We run his fade, then we shave him with this Mac (Pow)
