Intro - Drakeo The Ruler

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)