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missingfactxr - ruckus lyrics

[verse 1]
walk around the block, them b+tches, ready to get bucked
trigger finger itchin’, you might end up gettin shot
choppa loaded up. i’m gonna take it for a walk
used to be the laughing stock, now they ridin my c+ck

ten toes down to the concrete if walkin like a zombie
gonna let the hounds feast on yo’ body, if you try me
i be in the backseat, never f+cking cross me
outside smokin indo like motherf+ckin’ junkie

when i see you, its on sight, leave them bodies out to dry
switchin lanes up in this game, ’cause i got millions on my mind
i’m in the parkin’ lot, i’m smokin’ on some sh+t you’ll never try
if they wanna f+ck with me they’ll, neet the sharp side of my knife

yeah, i keep my blade tucked, yeah, i’m boutta spark up
rollin’ up my wood, lay back and i turn to a rasta
yeah ,you know i slaughter, thorw you in the gutter
white t on him, paint it red like its a f+ckin canvas

[verse 2]
ain’t no way, i swing my blade
got pretty chains, hang from my neck, i’m in the game
my kda so fine, i bet, they envy me
and now they wanna see me dead up in a grave
they can’t be saved
got the best weed? i can 10 fold that
you are gonna get hit with a baseball bat
don’t stab me in the back i ain’t fond of that
i’ma hit ’em so hard like a heart attack
i’m gonna run it back, a thousand laps
i’m smokin’ up my wood till my lungs collapse
i’ma get my guap, that sh+t ain’t taxed
and they wanna catch my ass, but i can’t be tracked
all my goons in the back, they watchin’
chillin’ around with the devil puffin’
i’m in the cut, with yo’ b+tch, what’s poppin’?
we gonna put them inside a coffin
more you f+ck around the more you’ll find out
got it on lock, b+tch, never going down
gotta get my bag, i ain’t here to f+ck around
i don’ f+ck w most of y’all ’cause y’all can’t get my sound
i don’t take disrespect put my blade right trough yo ‘neck
shove him down, in a bag, f+ck yo crew, ’cause you ain’t gang
on the hunt, in the streets, stayin’ low ’cause we discrete
never f+ck, with my team or we put you six feet deep

- missingfactxr lyrics

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