n#gg#s ain’t gettin no money
Man this sh#t gettin ingleweird
I ain’t f#ckin’ with these n#gg#s
n#gg# I’m the don, turn the whole Cali against you
Tie a n#gg# 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, n#gg#s 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’, they don’t even be outside 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 n#gg# mad ’cause my jeweler Rami
They let me in the club when my toolie hot
Stone a n#gg# 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, p#ss# n#gg# 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 n#gg#s always wanna be a part of somethin’
Since n#gg#s want a handout, I gotta let him hold a hunnid
Know a lot of n#gg#s told in Inglewood, ya’ll condone snitchin’
I just dropped fifty on a blind n#gg# he ain’t see it comin’
Keep the homie name out yo’ mouth or white sheets be covered
Blow a n#gg# toppins’ off of bread, it’s a pizza party
n#gg#s cold as f#ck even with a boosie feature
Bygones be bygones, that wouldn’t even do for jesus
n#gg#s sweet as buttercups turn his #ss 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 n#gg#s weenies, I’ma felon, you a preacher
Talk to me, I was poppin’ ‘fore I had the Drake feature
Shout Aubrey that’s my n#gg#, realer than a lot of n#gg#s
Don’t run up on me with my jewelry I be quick to pop a n#gg#
Dread heads in the car, got some top shottas with me
Uh shit
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Drakeo The Ruler Lyrics – IngleWeird