Coolin Wit My Ruger by Foolio & Zaytoven
Coolin Wit My Ruger by Foolio & Zaytoven

Coolin Wit My Ruger

Foolio & Zaytoven * Track #7 On 6Toven

Coolin Wit My Ruger Lyrics

[Intro]
Zaytoven
Rock and roll with this shit (Yeah)
Niggas know every day I got my pole in this shit, nigga
And he know I got my pole in this shit nigga
Nigga run up on Lil 6, I take his soul in this bitch

[Verse]
Peek-a-boo, pop up like Halloween (Like Halloween)
She like my sausage, like my Jimmy Dean (My Jimmy Dean)
And yeah, I be sleep as hell off lean (Off lean)
And yeah, I be sippin' on codeine, ayy (Sippin' on codeine)
Hell yeah, I'm a Robin Louis fiend, ayy (Robin Louis fiend)
Hell yeah, I'ma beat it, Billie Jean, ayy (Billie Jean)
Hell yeah, boy my auntie was a fiend (Was a fiend)
I'll serve her when it comes to dope or green nigga
Serve my grandma when it comes down to that benji (Benji)
Niggas bitches, get that money and act stingy
Knock knock, who at the door? Oh that Whitney (that Whitney)
Who the fuck that is? Paul, he want a fifty? (He want a fifty?)
I'm breakin' in your house through the chimney (Through the chimney)
My father popped, they think that I got children (I got children)
Don't want no kids, I'm tryna get a million (Get a million)
He blend in with sticks, that lil boy a chameleon (A chameleon)
When I fuck her, got her feet up to the ceiling (To the ceiling)
And if we fuck, bitch that's a friendly (That's a friendly)
I'm dippin' and I dab through that water (Through that water)
Just fucked your ho, and I fucked your daughter (And I fucked your daughter)
I'm a real nigga, first and fourth quarter (First and fourth quarter)
TDB, we some real ass extorters (Real ass extorters)
Don't want no kids, lil bitch I abort you, ayy (I abort you)
Play with the gang, lil bitch and it's torture nigga, six
Tie your fingers off, feed you to my piranhas (My piranhas)
Trap nigga, I'll trap in my pajamas (My pajamas)
Don't get killed tryna come between my commas (Between my commas)
Stolen car, all black, it's a Honda (It's a Honda)
Stolen car, all black, it's a Cat, ayy (Ot's a Cat)
Young nigga got them racks, racks, racks, ayy (Got them racks)
When I'm in the booth I be spittin' facts, ayy (Spittin' facts)
Lay a pinky on Lil 6, you get whacked, ayy (Prr, pow)
Lay a pinky on Lil 6 and you offed (And you offed)
You know the memo boy, I never wanted to talk (I never wanted to talk)
Just like trick or treat, pop up at your house (Pop up at your house)
Boy I'm creepin' for it, pop up like a mouse (A mouse)
Boy you know I got them ounces in the pouch (In the pouch)
You ain't a plug if you never saw a drought (Saw a drought)
Feds hit, got them bricks in the couch (In the couch)
Nigga dissin' me, he just want some clout nigga (Just want some clout nigga)
Big dog, you a small ass poodle (Small ass poodle)
On the block, remember eatin' ramen noodles (Ramen noodles)
I just snatched a chain, now Lil 6 a jeweler (Now Lil 6 a jeweler)
It's hot outside but I'm coolin' with my Ruger (With my Ruger)

[Chorus]
Coolin' with my Ruger
They know Lil 6 the shooter nigga
Coolin' with my Ruger
They know Lil 6 the shooter nigga
Coolin' with my Ruger
They know Lil 6 the shooter nigga
Coolin' with my Ruger
They know Lil 6 the shooter nigga

Coolin Wit My Ruger Q&A

Who wrote Coolin Wit My Ruger's ?

Coolin Wit My Ruger was written by Foolio.

Who produced Coolin Wit My Ruger's ?

Coolin Wit My Ruger was produced by Zaytoven.

When did Foolio & Zaytoven release Coolin Wit My Ruger?

Foolio & Zaytoven released Coolin Wit My Ruger on Fri Jul 13 2018.

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