Ruger, Rell, Dipset   I like cars, clothes, jewelry   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 cock it back, squeeze it, let it blow   No niggaz too big, no niggaz 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 nigga 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 nigga 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 nigga you's a chump, so nigga what you want   That riot pump sittin' on the seat, but homie      Hook