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that's norf, pt. 2 - rucci lyrics

[intro: rucci]
ahh, ayy
this a— this a youtube beat (midget)
it’s a 1takejay, uh, yg type beat
i’m finna go up, though
i don’t give a f*ck, i like it, though
know what i’m sayin’?
sue me
b*tch
ayy, okay, though
ayy, ayy, ayy
[verse 1: rucci]
my mama mad at me ’cause i’m thuggin’
too bad, a big blood, you’ll never catch lil’ rucci with a blue rag
a car pull up, i’m like the saints, n*gga, who dat?
i’m rich as a b*tch, b*tch, why you mad?
i’m still b*walkin’ to the bank
hit the stage, make your b*tch faint, eddie kane (ayy, okay, though)
the n*ggas shot at me, but they missed, no aim (ayy, okay, though)
i’m drinkin’ henny with the coke, no ‘caine, ayy
back to back in black whips, b*tch, that’s norf
talkin’ sh*t, you get blapped, b*tch, b*tch, that’s norf
okay, my b*tch got a b*tch that got a b*tch, that’s norf
i’m at the park full court with a stick, that’s norf
if you try me, i might turn you to a l!ck, that’s norf
i’m at your front door, ’cause, n*gga, i don’t diss, that’s norf
she sucked my d*ck and you gave that b*tch a kiss? that’s south
n*gga, that ain’t norf, that’s south, ayy
hundred k followers, but n0body know you, that’s clout
i could’ve playеd ball, but i took the bag route (what you mean?)
thе rap route (what you mean?)
tryna see what them racks ’bout (what?)
feet up in first class now
ayy, ayy, dripped out with the beam, i’m a hot n*gga
i’ll drop me an album and go drop me a n*gga
put a price on your head, finna cop me a k!ller (what?)
you signed and went broke, you a flop, lil’ n*gga
shout out lady truck, f.o.e. gurb, and bullygurb (that’s norf)
this ain’t no semiautomatic, this a fully gurb (that’s norf)
’round here, you get a name if you put in work (that’s norf)
you ain’t gotta say a thing, n*gga, just put in work
[chorus: rucci]
i’m ridin’ ’round the bity in a foreign, that’s norf
ayy, i made two hundred off tourin’, that’s norf
n*gga, i don’t keep score, i keep scorin’, that’s norf
make a right off of forbes, n*gga, welcome to the norf

[verse 2: f.o.e.]
this that five*seven*eight*bix*four, that’s norf
run them fades back*to*back in goon yard, that’s norf
pull up on your block tryna score, that’s norf
my gang so gang, you n*ggas lame, all poor
these n*ggas tryna pop up out the gang, oh lord
lord knows we the reason they don’t hang, that’s norf
inglewood, all sides, playin’ games, 64
it’s a movie, me and bully hit the scene, that’s insured

[verse 3: bueno da champ]
ayy, tiny hugs in this b*tch, know we havin’ things (know we havin’ things)
took a stock out and upgraded to thirty things (to them thirty things)
applyin’ pressure on these n*ggas, they don’t never hang (they don’t never hang)
big body in the trenches when i’m switchin’ lanes
i got what you want, i’m what a broke b*tch need (what she need)
these n*ggas is opps, they’ll get the whole thing
64 gunnin’ with the infrared beam (with the beam)
draw down on a n*gga with this .223 (oh)
[chorus: rucci]
put in work, i’m ridin’ ’round the bity in a foreign, that’s norf
ayy, i made two hundred off tourin’, that’s norf
n*gga, i don’t keep score, i keep scorin’, that’s norf
make a right off of forbes, n*gga, welcome to the norf

- rucci lyrics

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