You can really do that
Ah
Go, ayy, ayy, ayy, go
Ayy, put down the X, now a n#gg# pop Perkies
Got a bad b#tch, she gon’ suck me like a Slurpee
Tryna lose some weight so I could put on some Amiri
Nowadays, I’m road running with a b#tch named Siri
Really, nah, really
I want a Maybach Benz
Probably go Richard Mille or AP on the wrist
I want a big-ass house
With a big-ass pool, with some diamonds in my mouth
Signed a deal for some guap and bought some chops for the gang
Thirty K up on my neck, I put some rocks in my name
You be tweakin’ on the opps like you is not what you claim
We got range out the Rover when we pop out the Range
Okay, now big sh#t poppin’
And lil’ sh#t stoppin’
I just got an eight of Wock’ from 4P’s, he from Bompton
This another twеnty piece while fifty deep, b#tch, I’m lockеd in
Thirty in my drum, I ain’t rockin’ with no stocky
b#tch, I be mobbin’ with the mobby
Fifty on my now, I wish a n#gg# would rob me
Probably out my mind in Roger park with a Tommy
Always off drugs, got me movin’ like a zombie, ayy
b#tch, I be mobbin’ with the mobby
Fifty on my now, I wish a n#gg# would rob me
Probably out my mind in Roger park with a Tommy
Always off drugs, got me movin’ like a zombie, ayy
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Rucci Lyrics – Zombies