[Lyric] Should I Kill Him (Drakeo the Ruler)

[Verse 1: Drakeo the Ruler]
I'll press the button on these niggas
The chopper get to rocket autoin' niggas and made his hip hop
Dancin' ass nigga, he belong on TikTok
No longer pro bono, that's a home run
Made niggas plead for sympathy when holdin' these twin F&N's
If we clubbin', then there's sticks in here, shit
If not, then promoters get hit with kicks and fists
Who bitch is that suckin' dick? Lord knows, she's a baby killer
Paint her face, she's a clown too
Your mans told and that man he told on finna get out soon
Every time she hit my line, she hear the dial tone
The pussy cool, but so is hers, I don't come out much

[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
Want my name all in your mouth, can you feel me?
Heard your boyfriend is an opp, should I kill him?
Thirty thousand, it was mounted on the dresser
They'll stretch the whole car if I tell 'em
Want my name all in your mouth, can you feel me?
Heard your boyfriend is an opp, should I kill him?
Thirty thousand, it was mounted on the dresser
They'll stretch the whole car out if I tell 'em
Uh, shit, nigga
I'll buy the whole bar out if they let me
Uh, shit, nigga
If she wanna come party, would you let her?
[Verse 2: Drakeo the Ruler]
Never would you ever, bitch, we millionaires
You eight thousand from my hundred, bitch, you get in there, bum
I'm rockin' the drum with two sticks, I don't give a fuck
He run up on that 2Pac shit, bitch, we gon' hit him up
Now we throwin' curves, that was a ninety five
If I add four shots I give him ninety nine, shit talkers
You see me, and you see why niggas pissed off
He in the booth off coke, limp dick, mad 'cause he can't get off
Treacherous, it's this nigga right now in my messages
I don't want the bitch, bro, stop texting me
For real, dumbass nigga, hahaha
Loser, doofus, I keep two shooters with me
I got Bin Laden in the coupe with the kufi in it
I'll melt him like a slushy, burnt him, it was nothing
Paid in full, I paid my dues to rock out with this hundred

[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
Want my name all in your mouth, can you feel me?
Heard your boyfriend is an opp, should I kill him?
Thirty thousand, it was mounted on the dresser
They'll stretch the whole car if I tell 'em
Want my name all in your mouth, can you feel me?
Heard your boyfriend is an opp, should I kill him?
Thirty thousand, it was mounted on the dresser
They'll stretch the whole car out if I tell 'em
Uh, shit, nigga
I'll buy the whole bar out if they let me
Uh, shit, nigga
If she wanna come party, would you let her?
[Verse 3: Peezy]
They gon' stretch the whole car out if I send a blitz
Death the only thing that make me happy if you get me pissed
Scooped two hoes from the day shift and made them bitches strip
You can't party where I party at unless you on the list
You can ask the opps and they'll tell you, "Peezy on his shit"
Drunk an eight of Wock' in one soda, now I gotta piss
If the state troopers pull us over, bae, don't tell 'em shit
You get in my way, you know it's over, boy, don't make the list
Met two bad hoes on the 'Gram, I made them bitches kiss
Both of 'em stingy, so I made them hoes share this dick
You might end up like Ray Charles, you stare at my wrist
Blow a dub today and get it back tomorrow 'cause it ain't shit

[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
Want my name all in your mouth, can you feel me?
Heard your boyfriend is an opp, should I kill him?
Thirty thousand, it was mounted on the dresser
They'll stretch the whole car if I tell 'em
Want my name all in your mouth, can you feel me?
Heard your boyfriend is an opp, should I kill him?
Thirty thousand, it was mounted on the dresser
They'll stretch the whole car out if I tell 'em
Uh, shit, nigga
I'll buy the whole bar out if they let me
Uh, shit, nigga
If she wanna come party, would you let her?
[Outro: Drakeo the Ruler]
Haha
Anyway, y'all know what's goin' on, you know what I'm saying?
Anyway, I'm like, mm-mm, can you feel me?
Heard your boyfriend is an opp. should I kill him?
That's a serious question, though, like, really
Okay, ha-ha-ha
Anyway, want my name all in your mouth, can you feel me?
Heard your boyfriend is an, opp should I kill him?
Thirty thousand, it was mounted on the—
I got thirty in my hand though
I couldn't— I couldn't mount it on the table
Ha-ha-ha
You feel me?
That be, like, a serious question though, like, nigga, like
Ayy, like I heard your boyfriend, like, like, you want me to get him out the way?
Oh, okay, okay, I'm— ha-ha-ha, we know the truth
Long live Jameon Davis, fuck these busters
Yeah
Shit