Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Impatient Freestyle , by - Drakeo The Ruler. Release date: 06.04.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Impatient Freestyle |
| Hanging out the window, I’m a nutso, klepto |
| Big .40 bulging, tell me who gon' really bust though |
| Heard it was beef so I brought shit that got nuts on it |
| Preaching the word, I might be Creflo, hell no |
| Shit getting ugly, might have to pour this Mello Yello |
| Sheesh, I’m riding with a felony |
| Niggas is jokes, who cosigned 'em, Bill Bellamy? |
| «The Stinc Team, they gettin' real dollars,» bitch, you tellin' me |
| This 50K in real life, fuck all that shit you sellin' me |
| Everybody eatin' smoothie, on Big Pun mode |
| Drakeo got that Draco, the fuck I’ma run for? |
| Everybody tough until them guns go blaow blaow |
| Ralfy, you blind him, that lil nigga think he pow wow |
| Big juice cup, lil' nigga I’m magic, Don Juan, ugh |
| Man, these niggas with the talking |
| Poured in a foreign, whoops, I almost Paul Walker-ed |
| Niggas thought it was a joke when I came in with the stockings |
| Hopping out the Batmobile, Bruce Wayne, I’m robbin' |
| Yeah I’m ill though, what’s the deal though? |
| Want to rep the Stinc Team, well, hop out and kill somethin' |
| Rollie on my wrist came from long nights of hard thuggin' |
| The acronym is F&N, I ain’t really with that bar tussling |
| Nigga, fuck the studio, I’m really in the yard thugging |
| Pull up on Naomi, fifty niggas in the yard clutching |
| We got all Givenchy in my pocket |
| It’s 'bout fifty niggas talkin' 'bout they robbed me |
| Bro, these niggas so silly |
| In the field, rap ain’t payin no bills, it’s getting tricky |
| And on top of that I’m poured and my fingers is gettin' itchy |
| When you see me in the club, niggas know I’m Money Mitch-ing |
| Wrist breaker in the club, it cost me a pretty penny |
| Acting like they want to get me, niggas playin' like they with it |
| Shoot up with a pussy nigga, hope he find another kidney |
| Pouring fives in the soda, tryna buy another kidney |
| I’m a baller and she know I’ll never call unless it’s offered |
| That you breaking gang, no I’m never faking |
| I got gate scrapes on Maisons |
| My nephew named Mason, who really want to say shit? |
| What’s that in your wallet? |
| Shit, bald-head Jasons |
| Riding in all black but the whip Caucasian |
| On the gang that I claim I just made the roof brainless |
| That’s the 2 Greedy Stinc Team, and we don’t do no playing |
| Wake him up, shake him up, chopper make him go ugh |
| Mayday, man down, I guess he thought he was Suge |
| Run up on Drakeo, shit, I wish a nigga would |
| He must not value life but, shit, I guess it’s understood |
| What’s the deal though? |
| Man, who real though? |
| It’s the Ruler, everybody gotta feel for |
| Are you gon' ride for me? |
| are you gon' kill for me? |
| Pull up to this block right here 'cause we for real thugging |
| Boom, boom, boom, boom, let that bitch rip |
| If I could write a movie I would recreate The Exorcist |
| I’m heaven-sent, nigga think twice who you messing with |
| Giving niggas hell 'cause up top they say the beds was full, shit |
| Crazy, ain’t that shit crazy? |
| All this rap beef and sneak dissing is amazing |
| Silly ass niggas, please get your Bin Laden up |
| One for two a nigga like I got a million followers |
| Drakeo, calm down, time to turn this to the Holocaust |
| Niggas know who brought the guns, niggas know who havin' fun |
| 'Cause if I call you-know-who you know the job is done, ugh |
| Come on, this shit regular |
| Sauce come on, do 'em, man |
| Shit, finna fuck the streets up but it’s regular |
| What’d I say in that other shit? |
| I said what’s that in your noggin, ha, no, no, I didn’t |
| What’d I say, I said what’s that in your wallet, bald-headed Jasons? |
| Nigga don’t even carry wallets, all that |
| Man, we ain’t with all that sneak dissing, all that shit niggas be doin' |
| Niggas know what time it is, niggas know it’s regular |
| Come on, y’all heard me, I’m the truth |
| All that nigga, slide in the fifty, slide in a day |
| Let me know where I’m lying at |
| Come on, let’s stop playing, nigga |
| Niggas already got a new rumor |
| Saying 7−18 thugging in the 'caine, you know what’s up |
| Ahh, tell 'em to go like this |
| I’ll beat your big homie up |
| That’s how you get that nigga, ugh |
| Come on, stop playing |
| Nigga, you know this shit regular, alright |
| Nigga, shit I’m Mr. Everything, nigga, let’s be real |
| Okay, a nigga been had that, been had |
| On some Jawar shit, been had, been had, been had, been had nigga |
| That nigga said he asked if it’s a Prezi and Obama started laughing |
| Man, these niggas know the deal though |
| Free all my niggas, free Rozzy, free Flaco, Nutty |
| Shit, Keeda, Moneybag, free Lucc', Joe, D-Rock, PK, shit |
| Man, free all my niggas, dawg |