I Aint Gon Lie Rucci

[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 nigga since a lil' nigga
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 niggas, 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 nigga, where you from, you a bitch
Extra clips just in case a nigga 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