Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Drakeo, artist - Drakeo The Ruler. Date of issue: 06.04.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Drakeo |
| Keep my name out yo mouth |
| I don’t know you niggas |
| Why they call you Drakeo? |
| Man, pull that 'K' out |
| We turn gangsta rappers to Pastor Mase round |
| Say now, say now |
| Still doin' them thangs up on them PayPals |
| Them my peoples though |
| Slid through bandacamp and mudwalked through Neiman’s floor |
| If you ain’t got no bucks for the Rolie then you can hit the door |
| I’ll throw 20 bands right now, who really need the dough? |
| You rap niggas pitiful, I know you in to snitch |
| They wanna nail Mr. Big Banc Uchie but can’t get a case |
| The only thing they can get f’real from me is a chase |
| Playing hide-and-go-seek and feel me till I find the safe |
| Now it’s green Leprechauns just jumpin' all in my face |
| And the mama and Betty Crocker fightin' now I be gettin' cake |
| And for my money y’all need a for Diddy sake |
| Kickin' doors in a bitch nigga house, fuck your real estate |
| Clear as day, I’m sure niggas know, shit, I be gettin' cake |
| Don’t ask where the GLE parked, just know it’s in the last -- |
| Clear as day, I’m sure niggas know, shit, I be gettin' cake |
| Don’t ask where the GLE parked, |
| They wonder why they call me Drakeo |
| Was told to carry life sentence, don’t talk about what my name, ho |
| And keep my name up out your mouth, the coroner said it’s a case closed |
| We pull up back-to-back foreigns, moppin' out with a Draco |
| They wonder why they call me Drakeo Drakeo Drakeo Drakeo Drakeo |
| I’m mudwalkin' in Neiman’s spending this Play-Doh |
| A hunned-thousand worth GLE I’m so thankful |
| Don’t get it fucked up I’m still Mr. Ungrateful |
| Hateful, I’m Wesley Snipes in Blade clothes |
| Hit up my niggas and we chattin' on Tango |
| These rappers are sweet, they grapefruit, attitude mango |
| Killers on standby ready to war with Adolph |
| Osama Bin Laden, these 360 cameras I’m cautious |
| Pourin' up a 5 and poppin' these percs I’m nauseous |
| Typhus kid, my face is wearing a stocking |
| Kill all that tough shit, my niggas the real robbers |
| Ding dong ditch, you dealin' with real flockers |
| You a family guy, have a sit-down with Bill Cosby |
| You know Al Capone? |
| 2016 the new mobsters |
| A Bathing Ape in the junker with zero tolerance |
| I’m totin' a K, you know it’s equipped with a muzzle on it |
| You know that’s Drakeo, he don’t conduct with buster homies |
| The homies hate Drakeo, I don’t care I still fuck with homie |
| Get a whip 100,000 and then you can fuck with me |
| They wonder why they call me Drakeo |
| Was told to carry life sentence, don’t talk about what my name, ho |
| And keep my name up out your mouth, the coroner said it’s a case closed |
| We pull up back-to-back foreigns, moppin' out with a Draco |
| They wonder why they call me Drakeo |