RUCKER ft. Gotitallghetto & Sage Lyrics

We gone meet they ass right up at the rucker

Ballin' hard like KD from the rucker

Hall of fame defense PJ Tucker

Now every bitch wanna know me and my brothers

They gon cut up, Nep and Gotit gone cut up

They some real ones, damn them niggas stay gloved up

We too smooth dance on a bitch just like Usher

Run that shit up, boy I cannot ever fumble

I can't fumble, aye, aye, aye

I can't fumble

She gon throw the cake up, and I ate it up like it's a cupcake

Fucked her make up, she was acting stuck up

She acting like a sucka cause my bucks up

Came through with the team, came with the Thunder

Told me she got friends they all tryna fuck us

All us strapped up, ain't talking rubbers

All us strapped up, we on our Danny glover

I'm with Sage and I'm with Nep them boys my brothers

You fuck around I got the chop, that shit the cutter

I'm from the trap, I'm from the real, I'm from the gutter

I poured it up, I'm on the syrup, I'm feeling fucked up

Pulled up a sour Benz, they face gone pucker

Now we getting noticed all of a sudden

Bitches tryna get close but I can't cuddle

NEP2NE got that ocean, these niggas got puddle

Ballin' hard like Russell dropping triple double

Me, Sage, and Gotit, we them niggas can't be subtle

We don't got no time for the tussle rebuttal

And you know we niggas, got them cutters we huddle

We not average Joes, pop yo shit if you Budden

Got superbad bitches, feelin' like McLovin

This Glock I get to huggin, if you get to muggin

I remember I ain't have nothing, turn nothing into something

I know this shit gone work out, these numbers I been crunching

Had a gut feeling, a nigga havin' hunches

Got bitches look like honey oats, they come in bunches

We gone meet they ass right up at the rucker

Ballin' hard like KD from the rucker

Hall of fame defense PJ Tucker

Now every bitch wanna know me and my brothers

They gon cut up, Nep and Gotit gon cut up

They some real ones, damn them niggas stay gloved up

We too smooth dance on a bitch just like Usher

Run that shit up, boy I cannot ever fumble