Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Intro , by - Drakeo The Ruler. Release date: 06.04.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Intro |
| These niggas playin' with the game |
| Hundred round clips, don’t be playin' with my name |
| What we on though? |
| Just put fifteen shots in his torso |
| Don’t make me pull up on your block in sports mode |
| In a jungle, I’ll turn to a warlock |
| These pussy niggas, they done got me in war mode |
| I ain’t playin' with these niggas, for sure, bro |
| You should worry about payin' your car note |
| If your bitch see this car, she gon' turn to a porn star |
| First off, I ain’t playin' with these niggas |
| Hundred round clips, I’ll slay one of these niggas |
| I’m Drakeo, I’ll K one of these niggas |
| Thirty-three shots in the game, I’m Scottie Pippen |
| First off, I ain’t playin' with these niggas |
| Hundred round clips, I’ll slay one of these niggas |
| I’m Drakeo, I’ll K one of these niggas |
| Thirty-three shots in the game, I’m Scottie Pippen (Shit, nigga) |
| I’m Drakeo, I’ll K one of these niggas (Yeah, you know what’s goin' on) |
| Thirty-three shots in the game, I’m Scottie Pippen |
| Time to take a trip back to the ballpark |
| Caught him slippin', he was lackin' in Walmart |
| Stupid nigga clearly thought he had a hall pass |
| He’s never comin' back and that’s that and y’all mad |
| Better get over it |
| Sneak dissin' and this lead’ll be over you |
| Two whips, man, I’ll bet that she notice me |
| If it’s beef, I’ll put lettuce all over you |
| What’s the sneak dissin' for? |
| We 2−0, was you peepin' the score? |
| Who put the bleach on the floor? |
| Big money like Big Meech in the club |
| I’ll slap one of you niggas |
| You wanna meet? |
| Yeah, we’ll jack one of you niggas |
| I’ll put a cap in one of you niggas |
| Niggas actin' like strippers, I’ll throw a stack on you niggas |
| Dropped him with a gold bottle |
| Hit him with these shells, you could hear his soul holler |
| Ugh, nigga must thought he was Suge |
| Three hunnid up in pieces and I wish a nigga would |
| I’m from the team, man, let’s get this understood |
| We don’t do rats and any nigga support 'em |
| And that’s fine enough |
| Hit him in his head, shells lined him up |
| We got bad bitches linin' up |
| But they’ll never get the time from us |
| I’m Sayso, a fool when I unfold this Kel-Tec |
| Askin' God why I ain’t go to hell yet |
| Havin' dreams and I’m seein' flesh |
| Let me put it to a test, will it rip through flesh? |
| I mean, will it rip through vests? |
| Hit him and his man, it’s gon' hit you next |
| I might utilize the 74 |
| It’s a AK, a expert at lettin' it go |
| The average Joe wouldn’t know 'bout this |
| It’s a AK, but it shoot 5.56 |
| Watch his body flip, then he start takin' a piss |
| Imported from Serbia, you can’t get like this |
| We like BMF, we just got indicted |
| Something 'bout violence just get me excited |
| I feel like huntin', should I get me a rifle? |
| It’s murder on my mind, should I get me a Bible? |
| So many black opps, should I get me a sniper? |
| He’s no longer, ain’t no way to revive him |
| Thinking 'bout cars, should I get me a Viper? |
| So many paragraphs, nigga, should I get you a typer? |
| If my bitch went to jail, do you think I would write her? |
| (Bfft) |
| Hell nah, nigga, you think I like her? |
| If she’s a fag, all I’m thinkin' is fire |
| The money right, she can meet your desire |
| If niggas tellin', pull his teeth out with pliers |
| Got Nina Ross on the seat, she’s a rider |
| Do I gotta get tactical? |
| Start grabbin' Dracos off mattresses? |
| Tell these niggas stop actin' |
| Your friends gone start thinkin' 'bout captions |
| They like, «Drakeo, please chill» |
| A half a million dollar with no deal |
| Cut his limbs off and put 'em on a grill |
| Major leagues when you play in the field |
| Home run mean a death is a deal |
| I’m disguised as Osama when I go in the field |
| In Neiman Marcus, shit, I’m going to drill |
| I’m gettin tired, should I pop me a pill? |
| The massage, but you rockin' 'em still |
| You doin' that shit, you prolly’ll tell |
| A hunnid thousand, bro, that’s not even a bail |
| Fuck your ass doin' sittin' in jail? |
| Ion’t wanna hear no goofy-ass story or no jokes |
| Whatever, green-dot your ass and get poked |
| Keep on playin' with the sting team you think is a joke |
| Run a nigga head over in a Range Rover |
| Put a bike on the kickstand, put his face by the wheel |
| What I just paid for this K is a steal |
| This ain’t no plastic clip, bitch, it’s made of steel |
| What I dropped on his head, I could’ve made Richard Mille |
| 30K for a kidney but I got a better deal |
| All that EDD money be on fetty still |
| Loadin' .223s, you ain’t ready still |
| He look like he seen a ghost, left him dead and still |
| When we arrived on the scene, he was dead off pills |
| He got the police with him, we let the lead off still |
| Shit, nigga, you know what the fuck goin' on |
| Nigga, it’s a team, nigga, don’t go against the team |
| You gon' get slumped, yeah |
| Yeah, we ain’t doin' all that |
| You know what’s goin' on, it’s undisputed |
| We ain’t doin' all that, nigga |
| Stop talkin' to the police, nigga |
| We don’t know, y’all |
| (I can’t fuck with you if I don’t know your government, bitch) |
| Man, and we don’t know y’all’s, but y’all know ours |
| (Yeah, keep my dick in your mouth) |
| We got a Harley for everybody |
| Kawasakis with dicks attached 'cause you niggas ridin' so hard |
| (Without a license) |