[Drakeo the Ruler] First off, put a drum on it Terrorize these niggas, I came in with Big Pun on me
Clip long as phone numbers They ain´t know nothing Wait, what this nigga say? Start the song over Six pallbearers In loving memory in bold letters, dumbass It´s two and one on the scoreboard, ain´t no run back I bet he couldn´t dodge these shells in that Demon Swiss cheese, heard somebody yell "Jesus" But they can´t hear you Jumpman, everybody wearing mics up in your pictures Rats is facts, I´m finna put this cheese on you High beams on the 40, white tees looking bloody Pussy nigga shouldn´t have eyed me while we clubbin´
[Drakeo the Ruler] Chops out, mops out, shut his block down It´s a lot of opps out, but they ain´t know nothing See this switch on this Glock? I paid four-hundred (Tuh) Chops out, mops out, it´s a lot of opps out (Tuh, nigga) But they ain´t know nothing
[Ralfy the Plug] On gang and them, they ain´t know nothing Big 40 bulging, got titties, you´ll get the whole hundred Good perky meat is all I got, I ain´t with no loving Your bitch ass´ll get popped, don´t be doing no mugging
It´s a whole lot of old niggas hating, a bunch of Joe Buddens I was in the trenches, your bitch ass wasn´t doing no thugging I´m handing chops and mops out to all my pole busters He on the ´Gram with a fake Glock, he´s a ghostbuster I´m selling pills at his spot, I´m a toe crusher Stincs got our own chains and whips, don´t need no loners Your bum ass gon´ stay broke ´cause you´s a prolonger I was about to nut but she give me a band and said go longer
[Drakeo the Ruler] Chops out, mops out, shut his block down
It´s a lot of opps out, but they ain´t know nothing See this switch on this Glock? I paid four-hundred (Tuh) Chops out, mops out, it´s a lot of opps out (Tuh, nigga) But they ain´t know nothing
[Tory Lanez] I (I), will not leave my gun with yo´ shooter Dope boy I know for a fact that I´ll shoot ya I´m tryna flee off the scene with a cougar Strapped just like Drakeo attached to the ruler Quarantine over, niggas still ain´t outside Niggas killed your mans and you still ain´t out slidin´ GSR test pissing on my hands quietly If you need a pill then hit a lick, don´t slide with me
Yeah, no doubt, tell the judge I´m a fiend just to get it thrown out I´ll Jazzy Jeff a nigga and kick his ho out Off the hipper like a stripper when I pull the pole out, mm She say I´m smooth in these Chuck Taylors Put my burner in your purse, that´s a love language Yeah, you say you tough, she said you nothing dangerous Yeah, I´ll do rocks for twelve months then I´m on face Hit the hang out ´cause the gang out We could cut, fake or we could bang out (Nigga)
[Drakeo the Ruler] Chops out, mops out, shut his block down
It´s a lot of opps out, but they ain´t know nothing See this switch on this Glock? I paid four-hundred (Tuh) Chops out, mops out, it´s a lot of opps out (Tuh, nigga) But they ain´t know nothing