| Aye, young niggas, taking over 2018 |
| We the new wave, bitch |
| Haaaaaaan! |
| They call me RuccDawg, baby |
| Lighten up, I told my nigga lighten up |
| Light the blunt, my nigga you ain’t high enough |
| I’m freestyling, I ain’t really into writing stuff |
| Popped a pill, oh shit, I’m fired up |
| Ridin' up, 5 cars deep, a lot of us |
| Body after body, nigga get your bodies up |
| Choppa after choppa, nigga got a lot of guns |
| Dome shot, dome shot, before you even try to bust |
| Mollied up with Molly, and Molly drunk |
| Molly down, so Molly got a lot of stuff |
| A lot of sluts after the show tryna swallow us |
| Room 5, double o, bitch follow us |
| Showstopper, the homie he a dope knocker |
| Hoe knocker, bring more guap in |
| Come to my show, best believe I’m show rockin' |
| Ain’t really gotta say much, cus bitches know I’m poppin' |
| Black tint, black strap, white coupe |
| Siaruu, I’ll bust a head for my dude |
| Flex on a bitch nigga, I ain’t tried to |
| RuccDawg, Norf Norf, this is Piru |
| Gas up, ski mask when I ride up |
| Slide up, with a nine right beside us |
| Piped up, pussy nigga don’t try us |
| Now put your motherfuckin' lighters up |
| Put your lighters up |
| Aye, put your lighters up |
| Aye, put your lighters up |
| Hit the stage and you know I’m finna light it up |
| Light it up, you know I’m finna light it up |
| Light it up, you know I’m finna light it up |
| Light it up, you know I’m finna light it up |
| Hit the stage and you know I’m finna light it up |
| Aye bitch, you know I’m finna light it up |
| It’s 2 am, whatchu mean is you slidin' up |
| Heavy hustle, ain’t no way I’m gon lighten up |
| Peek-a-boo with this strap, whatchu hidin' from dumb dumb |
| Kel tec hit the switch, aye, run home |
| Once I’m back, hit his bitch, she |
| He threw his life in the ditch, I mean come on |
| This big Glock it won’t fit, I mean light it up |
| Loose cannon, tighten up |
| Aye, mighty bucks |
| I ain’t broke, I buy enough |
| Shit, slide ‘em up |
| He think he tough, sign ‘em up |
| I give a flying fuck, cus I’m fly what the fuck |
| Out the back swinging, shooting craps |
| Gat banging, bitch ass hanging |
| Bad home, back breaking like a mass Haitian |
| With a stick, a bag, I’m finna light it up |
| She give me neck, you tryna cuff |
| Now put your motherfuckin' lighters up |
| Put your lighters up |
| Aye, put your lighters up |
| Aye, put your lighters up |
| Hit the stage and you know I’m finna light it up |
| Light it up, you know I’m finna light it up |
| Light it up, you know I’m finna light it up |
| Light it up, you know I’m finna light it up |
| Hit the stage and you know I’m finna light it up |