Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song IngleWeird, artist - Drakeo The Ruler. Date of issue: 21.08.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
IngleWeird |
| Niggas ain’t gettin no money |
| Man this shit gettin ingleweird |
| I ain’t fuckin' with these niggas |
| Nigga I’m the don, turn the whole Cali against you |
| Tie a nigga up, he hang over, you be black |
| Hunnid out the chop, try to box, he’ll get whacked up |
| Bruce Lee kicks on the mop knock his plugs out |
| He’s a cult member, hang him up like a coat then |
| Jenny from the block make him rock like we slow dancin' |
| The ruler I’m the don, niggas know that im a foolie |
| It’s Forgis on the Dawn, only poor people buy Rucci |
| In eight months for beatin' life, I got a million for |
| Talibans and they blood huntin', spinnin' with his koufi |
| Shoot somethin', thy don’t even be outsid for me to do nothin' |
| I’m wearin' two kilos, get him whacked for a c-note |
| Think I’m Weezy F. Baby, Ice Cream and Go DJ |
| The fireman I burnt him, we ain’t tryna hit him |
| When we pull up to them trenches with them foolies |
| Turnin' party gang members into witnesses who man is this? |
| foreal |
| How you join a gang when you 25? |
| Drakeo do they know with you it’s do or die? |
| And when you fry all yo' opps make it supersized |
| I think this nigga mad 'cause my jeweler Rami |
| They let me in the club when my toolie hot |
| Stone a nigga quick I medusafied him |
| Get down, thirty three shots Scotty pip out |
| Spin laps, turn the suburbs of Inglewood to a gym factory |
| Just dance, Brian here, pussy nigga jump man |
| The stinc team run LA, you gotta come better |
| Please take yo' hollow chains back to your one jeweler |
| It’s time to set the play up I’m a punt kicker |
| No name niggas always wanna be a part of somethin' |
| Since niggas want a handout, I gotta let him hold a hunnid |
| Know a lot of niggas told in Inglewood, ya’ll condone snitchin' |
| I just dropped fifty on a blind nigga he ain’t see it comin' |
| Keep the homie name out yo' mouth or white sheets be covered |
| Blow a nigga toppins' off of bread, it’s a pizza party |
| Niggas cold as fuck even with a boosie feature |
| Bygones be bygones, that wouldn’t even do for jesus |
| Niggas sweet as buttercups turn his ass to reeses pieces |
| Left a massacre at Neimans, If a pile was left than clean it |
| You can take it how you want to, receive it I’m a demon |
| Inglewood niggas weenies, I’ma felon, you a preacher |
| Talk to me, I was poppin' 'fore I had the Drake feature |
| Shout Aubrey that’s my nigga, realer than a lot of niggas |
| Don’t run up on me with my jewelry I be quick to pop a nigga |
| Dread heads in the car, got some top shottas with me |
| Uh shit |