Rubi Rose ft. Luh Jlo Lyrics

What you sayin'

Bouncin' on a bitch, and she look like Ruby Rose

You broke as fuck, boy, you don't got no prose

720, nigga, my shit

Bouncin' on a bitch, and she look like Ruby Rose

You broke as fuck, boy, you don't got no prose

I got ten bad bitches on my phone

This bitch on the floor, I had to throw my dog a bone

Only smokin' top-notch out the aquapone

If you not talkin' bout no damn money, don't hit my phone

720, YSM, boy, you know the zone

I really thirst hoes for the type to lead you on

If I ever get caught, I'ma play alone

If you put your hands on me, boy, I'ma bust your dome

Boy, I got that fire, bitches bitchin' liars

If you want some fire, Zaza, I can get you higher

We up out the whip, so I ain't never been no driver

When a nigga play with trend, he gon' end up on a flyer

When I'm flyin', bro, that's niggas we would never get along

I got fireballs on the floor so you can hit my phone

Go left, then get right, put him higher than a kite

I'm puttin' blicky on my pants, I ain't really tryna fight

I just hit the plug up, he said he bringin' boss tonight

I just got a line and I just poured it in the Sprite

If a nigga put his hands on me, he gon' lose his life

Mismatch designer, I rock vape and off-white

I can't smoke, so I'm off the drink, man, it's a off night

Let me see her up, turnin' up, gon' leave him at the light

If I ain't got you, I call me, I'm gon' pull out the damn knife

I just saw some fires out, and the party, man, I'm hype

Fake broke, boujee bitches, yeah, that is not my type

If that boy touch me, he goin' higher than a kite

If that nigga touch me, he goin' higher than a kite

Mm-hmm, in the studio, pourin' up, walk, I'm sippin' pint

Mm-hmm, just bought a new damn Glock, and it came with laser sights

Mm-hmm, man, I been workin' in the field, boy, I'm somethin' like Jerry Rice

Mm-hmm, T-shirt on my face, boy, I'm finna do a drip

I been sober for a minute, think I'm finna pop a pill

When you find me in that gym, you gon' see this shit get real

Know you hangin' around iffy-ass niggas that give you chills

No, no, I ain't really tryna talk if it ain't bills

Man, I'm built for whatever, like a fuckin' Navy SEAL

Yeah, I got Wocky in my cup

Not Giannis, but in Milwaukee, gettin' bucked

I'm the kung-tho