Lyrics Intro - Drakeo The Ruler

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)