[Verse 1: Drakeo the Ruler]
If it's beef on the plate, you’ll get chipped like a bowl of nachos
A hundred shots and the next one's with Johnny Bravo
Long convos with Ben Frank and Miley Cyrus
Both of my wrists, bitch, will blind every one inside here
Sticks with high beams, I promise you don't wanna fight me
Put his head in a box like he on an IP
A movie, Spike Lee, a pizza party, Peter Piper (Ron-Ron, do that shit)
Call your girlfriend, she cheating on you (Duse making slaps, trick)
Shit, we laughing at ’em, all my opps need bags to use the restroom
Wayne Gretzky, the ice on me and lethal weapons
Moves from Tekken
Want a Ryu kicker, Jet Li, Hadouken
Stupid chop, it ain't past school yet
My opps finally come outside, we should pass through there
Heard little Pooh Bear got metal rides and dirty screws
Stupid Ru' really, a bitch can't get a Happy Meal from me
Jack and Jill callin', that's the pills callin'
[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
I don't know why these pussy niggas think it’s sweet with me
I don’t know why you even call yourself competin' with me
I don’t know why they keep mistakin' me for Mr. T and shit
He's a clown, but we turned him to a Cheeto man today
I don't know why you pussy niggas think it’s sweet with me
I don't know why you even call yourself competin' with me
I don't know why you keep mistakin' me for Mr. T and shit
He's a clown, but we turned him to a Cheeto man today
Shit, I don't know why they keep mistakin' me for Mr. T and shit, shit
He's a clown, but we turned him to a Cheeto man today, for real, nigga
I don't know why these pussy niggas think it's sweet with me, it's not
Shit, I don't know why you even call yourself competin' with me, nigga
[Verse 2: GrindHard E]
GrindHard
Muddy ass pop, I'm drinking Tris today
I just made twenty K, I'm feeling rich today
The way I'm feelin', I might take a nigga bitch today
Hood nigga, I just made a sale at a Chick-fil-A
On country time, ain't a roll I made was minute made
Auntie called, I asked her, "Please, please, please, can you save the drank?"
Fiend textin', "Please hurry up," I still make him wait
Passin' out testers to the fiends, givin' tenths away
Can't believe that I've seen some opps, I let 'em get away
Came to Cali', Flint too hot, I came to LA
I had to get away
I ain't bring none of my niggas with me, it's just me and bae
I don't know who be in bullshit more, it's between Twin and Tay
When I go to slide, I don't know which one to grab, I always hesitate
Glock, FN, PLR, or I should I grab the K?
It don't matter which one I grab 'cause they gon' die anyway
A two, four, a six, or should I pour a eight?
Wock', Pai, Hi-Tech, Tris, and Morton Grove, I love all the drank
Can't figure if the love real or is it really fake
Should I stash my money in the safe, or should I play the bank?
Fuck it, I'ma leave the crib with no money and see what I make
Put a deuce of Pai in the twenty ounce Sprite and let it dissipate
And these tricks fucking with everyone, [?][2:18]
Some advice, if you in the trap and got that bitch on you, keep it off of safety
[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
I don't know why these pussy niggas think it's sweet with me
I don't know why you even call yourself competin' with me
I don't know why they keep mistakin' me for Mr. T and shit
He's a clown, but we turned him to a Cheeto man today
I don't know why you pussy niggas think it's sweet with me
I don't know why you even call yourself competin' with me
I don't know why you keep mistakin' me for Mr. T and shit
He's a clown, but we turned him to a Cheeto man today
Shit, I don't know why they keep mistakin' me for Mr. T and shit, shit
He's a clown, but we turned him to a Cheeto man today, for real, nigga
I don't know why these pussy niggas think it's sweet with me, it's not
I don't know why you even call yourself competin' with me, nigga
[Verse 3: Slo-Be]
Ayy, why the fuck you try to call yourself competin' with me, nigga?
Heard his ass tryna fight, forty beatin' on a nigga
I just left two-one to get some green from my sister
Cutty gotta appeal a life sentence, blood gotta fight the system
Ayy, ayy, boy, it's a new chop
A limb shot? Tryna hit your melon, watch your rooftop
Put a switch on that twenty-two, now it's a new Glock
Damn, It's gon' go off
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout a sucker, boy, we pop it off
Ayy, ayy, bitch, take your panties off
Nigga, we keep spinnin' 'round this bitch 'til we take you off
Lil' cutty gon' get him dizzy with this chop, nigga, you actin' soft
Ayy, ayy, bitch, what's the program?
Nigga, I'm from 9 Gill, I don't know them
Oowee, I ain't trippin', we got the poles in
Got thirty, but you can hold ten
Ayy, ayy, bitch, what's the program?
Nigga, I'm from 9 Gill, I don't know them
Oowee, I ain't trippin', we got the poles in
Got thirty, but you can hold ten
Why the fuck you try to call yourself competin' with me, nigga
Heard his ass tryna fight, forty beatin' on a nigga
I just left two-one to get some green from my sister
Cutty gotta appeal a life sentence, blood gotta fight the system
[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
I don't know why you pussy niggas think it's sweet with me
I don't know why you even call yourself competin' with me
I don't know why you keep mistakin' me for Mr. T and shit
He's a clown, but we turned him to a Cheeto man today
Shit, I don't know why they keep mistakin' me for Mr. T and shit, shit
He's a clown, but we turned him to a Cheeto man today, for real, nigga
I don't know why these pussy niggas think it's sweet with me, it's not
Shit, I don't know why you even call yourself competin' with me, nigga
If it's beef on the plate, you’ll get chipped like a bowl of nachos
A hundred shots and the next one's with Johnny Bravo
Long convos with Ben Frank and Miley Cyrus
Both of my wrists, bitch, will blind every one inside here
Sticks with high beams, I promise you don't wanna fight me
Put his head in a box like he on an IP
A movie, Spike Lee, a pizza party, Peter Piper (Ron-Ron, do that shit)
Call your girlfriend, she cheating on you (Duse making slaps, trick)
Shit, we laughing at ’em, all my opps need bags to use the restroom
Wayne Gretzky, the ice on me and lethal weapons
Moves from Tekken
Want a Ryu kicker, Jet Li, Hadouken
Stupid chop, it ain't past school yet
My opps finally come outside, we should pass through there
Heard little Pooh Bear got metal rides and dirty screws
Stupid Ru' really, a bitch can't get a Happy Meal from me
Jack and Jill callin', that's the pills callin'
[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
I don't know why these pussy niggas think it’s sweet with me
I don’t know why you even call yourself competin' with me
I don’t know why they keep mistakin' me for Mr. T and shit
He's a clown, but we turned him to a Cheeto man today
I don't know why you pussy niggas think it’s sweet with me
I don't know why you even call yourself competin' with me
I don't know why you keep mistakin' me for Mr. T and shit
He's a clown, but we turned him to a Cheeto man today
Shit, I don't know why they keep mistakin' me for Mr. T and shit, shit
He's a clown, but we turned him to a Cheeto man today, for real, nigga
I don't know why these pussy niggas think it's sweet with me, it's not
Shit, I don't know why you even call yourself competin' with me, nigga
[Verse 2: GrindHard E]
GrindHard
Muddy ass pop, I'm drinking Tris today
I just made twenty K, I'm feeling rich today
The way I'm feelin', I might take a nigga bitch today
Hood nigga, I just made a sale at a Chick-fil-A
On country time, ain't a roll I made was minute made
Auntie called, I asked her, "Please, please, please, can you save the drank?"
Fiend textin', "Please hurry up," I still make him wait
Passin' out testers to the fiends, givin' tenths away
Can't believe that I've seen some opps, I let 'em get away
Came to Cali', Flint too hot, I came to LA
I had to get away
I ain't bring none of my niggas with me, it's just me and bae
I don't know who be in bullshit more, it's between Twin and Tay
When I go to slide, I don't know which one to grab, I always hesitate
Glock, FN, PLR, or I should I grab the K?
It don't matter which one I grab 'cause they gon' die anyway
A two, four, a six, or should I pour a eight?
Wock', Pai, Hi-Tech, Tris, and Morton Grove, I love all the drank
Can't figure if the love real or is it really fake
Should I stash my money in the safe, or should I play the bank?
Fuck it, I'ma leave the crib with no money and see what I make
Put a deuce of Pai in the twenty ounce Sprite and let it dissipate
And these tricks fucking with everyone, [?][2:18]
Some advice, if you in the trap and got that bitch on you, keep it off of safety
[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
I don't know why these pussy niggas think it's sweet with me
I don't know why you even call yourself competin' with me
I don't know why they keep mistakin' me for Mr. T and shit
He's a clown, but we turned him to a Cheeto man today
I don't know why you pussy niggas think it's sweet with me
I don't know why you even call yourself competin' with me
I don't know why you keep mistakin' me for Mr. T and shit
He's a clown, but we turned him to a Cheeto man today
Shit, I don't know why they keep mistakin' me for Mr. T and shit, shit
He's a clown, but we turned him to a Cheeto man today, for real, nigga
I don't know why these pussy niggas think it's sweet with me, it's not
I don't know why you even call yourself competin' with me, nigga
[Verse 3: Slo-Be]
Ayy, why the fuck you try to call yourself competin' with me, nigga?
Heard his ass tryna fight, forty beatin' on a nigga
I just left two-one to get some green from my sister
Cutty gotta appeal a life sentence, blood gotta fight the system
Ayy, ayy, boy, it's a new chop
A limb shot? Tryna hit your melon, watch your rooftop
Put a switch on that twenty-two, now it's a new Glock
Damn, It's gon' go off
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout a sucker, boy, we pop it off
Ayy, ayy, bitch, take your panties off
Nigga, we keep spinnin' 'round this bitch 'til we take you off
Lil' cutty gon' get him dizzy with this chop, nigga, you actin' soft
Ayy, ayy, bitch, what's the program?
Nigga, I'm from 9 Gill, I don't know them
Oowee, I ain't trippin', we got the poles in
Got thirty, but you can hold ten
Ayy, ayy, bitch, what's the program?
Nigga, I'm from 9 Gill, I don't know them
Oowee, I ain't trippin', we got the poles in
Got thirty, but you can hold ten
Why the fuck you try to call yourself competin' with me, nigga
Heard his ass tryna fight, forty beatin' on a nigga
I just left two-one to get some green from my sister
Cutty gotta appeal a life sentence, blood gotta fight the system
[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
I don't know why you pussy niggas think it's sweet with me
I don't know why you even call yourself competin' with me
I don't know why you keep mistakin' me for Mr. T and shit
He's a clown, but we turned him to a Cheeto man today
Shit, I don't know why they keep mistakin' me for Mr. T and shit, shit
He's a clown, but we turned him to a Cheeto man today, for real, nigga
I don't know why these pussy niggas think it's sweet with me, it's not
Shit, I don't know why you even call yourself competin' with me, nigga
( Drakeo the Ruler )
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