Hell Rell - Rugers In The Trunk lyrics

Ruger, Rell, Dipset I like cars, clothes, j**elry But I got a gun fetish man, Rugers at that You know what I'm rockin' out with Hook: I got Rugers in the trunk Pull over and dump Rugers in the trunk Pull over and dump (Repeat) Verse 1: When it come to them guns, Ruger's a pro I co*k it back, squeeze it, let it blow No n***az too big, no n***az too small And when it come to coke, my middle name is U-Haul I move it all (You move it all?) Damn right, I move it all From the soft to the hard that n***a Rell is on his job And dude I'm what a baller be, that's why your girl calling me Dope wasn't moving so we took it up to Albany Upstate, New York, fiends spending that dough They put it in they arm or sniff it up they nose Mac'll leave 'em dead, I think he a fed Cuz when he front you birds he don't be checkin' for his bread 26's rolling on the ride Break ya jaw and have you eatin' chicken noodle soup with soda on the side Yeah, cuz you's a chump, so n***a what you want I got Mac's, AR-15's, but most of all Hook Verse 2: Two dope strips, plus I'm selling guns If ya money right, you can buy you one There's Rugers on deck, the choppers is too Plus them small dilligers that fit up in your shoe Cash back home, and yeah he on his ish My workers took a lost, but they back on the strip Drive through Weeks Ave in the Porsche, seats is low We gon' play this little game called "Where you keep the dough?" Is it in the ceiling, is it in the floor Is the Ruger gon' pop if you don't tell me more And no you not a hustler, never touched a brick You more like Isaiah, you can't handle the nicks Never been on the grind, lemme play with them dimes Have 'em in that black S5-50 reclined, yeah And n***a you's a chump, so n***a what you want That riot pump sittin' on the seat, but homie Hook