Rules (feat. Yungvhefay)
See one of y'all niggas that's gettin' them bags
Hop out on y'all men we get on his ass
Lil' bruh when I'm down put his ass in the grass
Tried to run up in the house you get hit through the glass
Keep talkin' that shit and I bet you get trashed
And you know where I'm so you don't have to ask
You wanna hop out? We tryna get busy
We hop out the car we tryna get rizzy
Man drivin' the whip but your niggas get dizzy
Let's go to the next but you look like a hitchhiker
Try run that
You get hit like you Ricky
Big bro just up here and I'm up in the city
OVO in this body now I'm ridin wit Drizzy
AMP in the back and the beat make some tizzy's
Here wit da men with the Glock on my lap
You're man really mokin' I'm high off the map
Ain't nobody drivin' I'm spinning it back
Rule number one we don't fuck with the rats
Rule number two you just got a stack
Rule number three they callin' da men they watchin' they back
Rule number four we don't go through the front we go through the back
I had to hop on the beat cause this is how I crank
I'm in this car tryna catch a whip
I'm in this car tryna get up on tank
So I call on this whip and the car get a spank
I ain't go for the three bitch I want you to pack
And I pull up your ass bitch I'm workin' that cash
And I pull up your ass bitch I'm workin' that dream
I catch up with Matt they pretendin' it's face
Niggas movin' they fear to pick up the pace
Niggas hittin' feamin' they leavin' them traces
I'm crackin' this bitch we in many black places
Niggas bet us on this and I come in that way bitch
But it's cat rap niggas get out here
The finger was itchin' that trigger on the top
Nigga locked it with C when I told him stop boppin'
But that bitch was throwin' on me won't keep her cap
I'm doggin' a whip tryna catch Lil' Rick
And I'm rollin' a rip tryna catch Lil' Mack
Catch Lil' Mack up here puttin' up pad
Lil' Mack did some more so I'ma hit him with that
I'ma catch Lil' Mack I'ma hit him with 50
Bitch you ain't like me your bed don't got titties
Put on that belt we gon' like Ricky
Put on that belt we gon' like Ricky
Doin' like Ricky we gon' do some shit
Back door racks nigga stop actin' kitty
Bitch keep on lyin' ain't tryin' to pity
Got rounds with me nigga I got like 50
Walkin' in the whip bitch I'm feelin' like Kane
Youngest hatin' that shit be a shame
Feel like that bitch nigga I can be tamed
I'm done with this shit I'ma pass to king
Hop out on y'all men we get on his ass
Lil' bruh when I'm down put his ass in the grass
Tried to run up in the house you get hit through the glass
Keep talkin' that shit and I bet you get trashed
And you know where I'm so you don't have to ask
You wanna hop out? We tryna get busy
We hop out the car we tryna get rizzy
Man drivin' the whip but your niggas get dizzy
Let's go to the next but you look like a hitchhiker
Try run that
You get hit like you Ricky
Big bro just up here and I'm up in the city
OVO in this body now I'm ridin wit Drizzy
AMP in the back and the beat make some tizzy's
Here wit da men with the Glock on my lap
You're man really mokin' I'm high off the map
Ain't nobody drivin' I'm spinning it back
Rule number one we don't fuck with the rats
Rule number two you just got a stack
Rule number three they callin' da men they watchin' they back
Rule number four we don't go through the front we go through the back
I had to hop on the beat cause this is how I crank
I'm in this car tryna catch a whip
I'm in this car tryna get up on tank
So I call on this whip and the car get a spank
I ain't go for the three bitch I want you to pack
And I pull up your ass bitch I'm workin' that cash
And I pull up your ass bitch I'm workin' that dream
I catch up with Matt they pretendin' it's face
Niggas movin' they fear to pick up the pace
Niggas hittin' feamin' they leavin' them traces
I'm crackin' this bitch we in many black places
Niggas bet us on this and I come in that way bitch
But it's cat rap niggas get out here
The finger was itchin' that trigger on the top
Nigga locked it with C when I told him stop boppin'
But that bitch was throwin' on me won't keep her cap
I'm doggin' a whip tryna catch Lil' Rick
And I'm rollin' a rip tryna catch Lil' Mack
Catch Lil' Mack up here puttin' up pad
Lil' Mack did some more so I'ma hit him with that
I'ma catch Lil' Mack I'ma hit him with 50
Bitch you ain't like me your bed don't got titties
Put on that belt we gon' like Ricky
Put on that belt we gon' like Ricky
Doin' like Ricky we gon' do some shit
Back door racks nigga stop actin' kitty
Bitch keep on lyin' ain't tryin' to pity
Got rounds with me nigga I got like 50
Walkin' in the whip bitch I'm feelin' like Kane
Youngest hatin' that shit be a shame
Feel like that bitch nigga I can be tamed
I'm done with this shit I'ma pass to king
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Writer(s): Lord K1ng
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