Jet Fuel by Rucku$ (Rapper) Lyrics
[Chorus: Rucku$]
I’m cruising, I’m cruising, I’m cruising through my hood
You losing, you losing, I’m bossing up like Suge
Go stupid, go stupid, I wish a motherfucker would
Break it down, roll it up, and spark up my wood
I’m cruising, I’m cruising, I’m cruising through my hood
You losing, you losing, I’m bossing up like Suge
Go stupid, go stupid, I wish a motherfucker would
Break it down, roll it up, and spark up my wood
[Verse 1: Rucku$]
It go 1, 2, 3 into the 4 (Yuh)
It’s Rucku$ in this bitch with my foot up in the door (Aye)
I’m a star in the making, you can tell by my glow
Let me blow your mind till’ your brains on the floor
Not here to save the game, I’m more like the fucking rapture
Causing natural disasters
Step on stage and move the crowd like a fucking pastor
Middle finger to Uncle Sam; I’m my own fucking master
Burning up that jet fuel; make my soul levitate
I don’t drop bars, I drop bombs like Barry Bonds at the plate
Third eye opening while I meditate
[Chorus: Rucku$]
I’m cruising, I’m cruising, I’m cruising through my hood
You losing, you losing, I’m bossing up like Suge
Go stupid, go stupid, I wish a motherfucker would
Break it down, roll it up, and spark up my wood
I’m cruising, I’m cruising, I’m cruising through my hood
You losing, you losing, I’m bossing up like Suge
Go stupid, go stupid, I wish a motherfucker would
Break it down, roll it up, and spark up my wood
[Verse 2: Rucku$]
I keep it g so I don’t need no persona
You can hear it in my flows; I’m cold blooded like iguanas
LA cap and Jays on my feet; fuck all thatt Prada
Still got the commas that’ll make your baby momma holla
Young mastermind; product of the golden state
I’m a father to these rappers; make their parents separate
Imma send their kids to god, but I’m far from a saint
I’m just chilling in the cut like a surgeon when I operate
Don’t get caught up in your feels; it’s nothing personal
Imma kill that pussy and I’ll pull up to the funeral
[BRIDGE]
[Chorus: Rucku$]
I’m cruising, I’m cruising, I’m cruising through my hood
You losing, you losing, I’m bossing up like Suge
Go stupid, go stupid, I wish a motherfucker would
Break it down, roll it up, and spark up my wood
I’m cruising, I’m cruising, I’m cruising through my hood
You losing, you losing, I’m bossing up like Suge
Go stupid, go stupid, I wish a motherfucker would
Break it down, roll it up, and spark up my wood
[Outro: Rucku$]
I’m cruising, I’m cruising, I’m cruising through my hood
You losing, you losing, I’m bossing up like Suge
I’m cruising, I’m cruising, I’m cruising through my hood
You losing, you losing, I’m bossing up like Suge
Go stupid, go stupid, I wish a motherfucker would
Break it down, roll it up, and spark up my wood
I’m cruising, I’m cruising, I’m cruising through my hood
You losing, you losing, I’m bossing up like Suge
Go stupid, go stupid, I wish a motherfucker would
Break it down, roll it up, and spark up my wood
[Verse 1: Rucku$]
It go 1, 2, 3 into the 4 (Yuh)
It’s Rucku$ in this bitch with my foot up in the door (Aye)
I’m a star in the making, you can tell by my glow
Let me blow your mind till’ your brains on the floor
Not here to save the game, I’m more like the fucking rapture
Causing natural disasters
Step on stage and move the crowd like a fucking pastor
Middle finger to Uncle Sam; I’m my own fucking master
Burning up that jet fuel; make my soul levitate
I don’t drop bars, I drop bombs like Barry Bonds at the plate
Third eye opening while I meditate
[Chorus: Rucku$]
I’m cruising, I’m cruising, I’m cruising through my hood
You losing, you losing, I’m bossing up like Suge
Go stupid, go stupid, I wish a motherfucker would
Break it down, roll it up, and spark up my wood
I’m cruising, I’m cruising, I’m cruising through my hood
You losing, you losing, I’m bossing up like Suge
Go stupid, go stupid, I wish a motherfucker would
Break it down, roll it up, and spark up my wood
[Verse 2: Rucku$]
I keep it g so I don’t need no persona
You can hear it in my flows; I’m cold blooded like iguanas
LA cap and Jays on my feet; fuck all thatt Prada
Still got the commas that’ll make your baby momma holla
Young mastermind; product of the golden state
I’m a father to these rappers; make their parents separate
Imma send their kids to god, but I’m far from a saint
I’m just chilling in the cut like a surgeon when I operate
Don’t get caught up in your feels; it’s nothing personal
Imma kill that pussy and I’ll pull up to the funeral
[BRIDGE]
[Chorus: Rucku$]
I’m cruising, I’m cruising, I’m cruising through my hood
You losing, you losing, I’m bossing up like Suge
Go stupid, go stupid, I wish a motherfucker would
Break it down, roll it up, and spark up my wood
I’m cruising, I’m cruising, I’m cruising through my hood
You losing, you losing, I’m bossing up like Suge
Go stupid, go stupid, I wish a motherfucker would
Break it down, roll it up, and spark up my wood
[Outro: Rucku$]
I’m cruising, I’m cruising, I’m cruising through my hood
You losing, you losing, I’m bossing up like Suge