[Intro]
Ayy, Mackk & Co.
I'm fresh off tour
And like
Your bitch just text me, haha

[Chorus]
Okay, I'm still doin' drugs, RIP Pimp C
I'm still in the club, spent a dub on the mink
You pull up in that truck, I might pull up in that Brinks (Pull some of that bass out, Bruce)
It's Cuban on my link, what the fuck did you think? Ayy
I ain't gon' lie, I'm fucking bitches with my Cuban on
I ain't gon' lie, I pull the trigger if he movin' wrong
I ain't gon' lie, I been that n***a since a lil' n***a
I ain't gon' lie, bitches don't know how to deal with him
I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie, ayy
I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie, ayy
I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie, ayy
I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie, ayy

[Verse 1]
Okay, I got too many bitches, I got too much money
Ain't finna lose it all, no, I ain't finna be no dummy, dawg
If you love me, then love me to the core, ayy
I'm fresh off tour, hey
They call em Bigdawg Baby and I can't stop
Fuck them other n***as, baby, 'cause they ain't hot
And they tried to pull up in a Wraith drop
Ayy, I'm the shit, give a fuck 'bout what you think 'bout, bop
I done bust down my wrist, bust down my bitch
Where I'm from, I'm that n***a, where you from, you a bitch
Extra clips just in case a n***a wanna trip, ayy
Who is this? I take his chain and his bitch
It's the Dawg, fuck the law, we keep mopsticks
Like the Fourth of July, we got the block lit
Hit the stage and you know we show rock shit
Shot out Slim, I'm still ridin' with my Glock, bitch
[Chorus]
Okay, I'm still doin' drugs, RIP Pimp C
I'm still in the club, spent a dub on the mink
You pull up in that truck, I might pull up in that Brinks
It's Cuban on my link, what the fuck did you think? Ayy
I ain't gon' lie, I'm fucking bitches with my Cuban on
I ain't gon' lie, I pull the trigger if he movin' wrong
I ain't gon' lie, I been that n***a since a lil' n***a
I ain't gon' lie, bitches don't know how to deal with him
I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie, ayy
I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie, ayy
I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie, ayy
I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie, ayy

[Verse 2]
Okay, I'm still doing drugs, RIP Lil Peep
I never gave a fuck, but shit, that's me
You n***as industry, I'm really in the streets
You ain't been through what I been through so you ain't feelin' me, ayy
Tryna act hard, man, you n***as killin' me
I'm finna set the bar, ain't no n***a real as me
I was in the backyard rockin' where them killers be, ayy
Bruce let the dog off the loose so I can kill this beat
Drop out, n***as mad I got guap now
Playhouse with about eight thou' and my Glock out (That's on Norf)
Leave 'em on the scene every time that I pop out
N***a, what you mean? Big tings, that's what I'm 'bout
[Chorus]
Okay, I'm still doin' drugs, RIP Pimp C
I'm still in the club, spent a dub on the mink
You pull up in that truck, I might pull up in that Brinks
It's Cuban on my link, what the fuck did you think? Ayy
I ain't gon' lie, I'm fucking bitches with my Cuban on
I ain't gon' lie, I pull the trigger if he movin' wrong
I ain't gon' lie, I been that n***a since a lil' n***a
I ain't gon' lie, bitches don't know how to deal with him
I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie, ayy
I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie, ayy
I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie, ayy
I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie, ayy

[Outro]
Ayy, Crook, these n***as ain't fuckin' with me
They call me Ruccdawg Boy
Mackk & Co., fuck who don't like it, go