Ruckus ft. Sonny Brix & ESR Candyman Lyrics

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Catch a boy, AK, rockin' out with a switchblade

Little mama got the french braid

She make me some lemonade

That's some good shit

I look good paid

We sound hood rich

I'm just trynna get laid

So what's good, bitch

I just walk up in the club

And get it jumpin like a pogo stick

You scrubs ain't nothing but a can of worms

Don't make me open it

I'm just go and take your top off

Ridin' with the top off

Andy Kapps spit hot sauce

Knock the bitch's socks off

Probably shouldn't have went and got me started

Now I pull up to the party park it

Got everybody jumpin', we get it sparkin'

Peep me shinin', comin' from the darkness with no chain on

Shinin' from the light within, so stay strong

Damn

Who want the ruckus

Who want the ruckus

Who want the what

Who want the ruckus

Who want the ruckus

Who want the ruckus

Who want the what

Who want the ruckus

All of you killers and hustla's

Untouchable like some vice grips

Money flowin' cause um, I'm him

Watch your tone cause my pipes cringe

Like haters off of that Vicodin

I'm a superhero with lightnin'

Get your mind right or I'll enlighten it

I will win the fight without fightin' them

With a smile on, yellin' bye friend

All my friends carry monkey nuts

On the bottom wit' red lights on top of them

If you try to run, they got optic scopes

With the night vision on silence

It get violent, like Violet

I'm Willy Wonka, don't try shit

Or you'll end up facin' bye bye bitch

Like Sabrina yellin' out Byron

Bad bitches my type with gin

Goin' down they throat like a slid n' slip

If they my type, I let wifey pick

Cause she don't fuck with hoes with no time to spend

Boss up or get in line again

Cause you gotta come with your mind fixed

And the body like you work out in gyms

I'm a boss nigga doin' boss shit

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Who want the ruckus

Who want the ruckus

Who want the what

Who want the ruckus

Who want the ruckus

Who want the ruckus

Who want the what

Who want the ruckus

All of you killers and hustla's