Drakeo The Ruler - Drakeo
Free all my niggasKeep my name out yo' mouth
I don't know you niggas
Why they call you Drakeo? Man, pull that 'K' out
We turn gangsta rappers to Pastor Mase round
Eight rounds, say now, say now
Still doin' them thangs up on them PayPals
Kk, them my peoples though
Slid through bandacamp and mudwalked through Neiman's floor
If you ain't got no bucks for the Rollie then you can hit the door
I'll throw twenty bands right now, who really need the dough?
You rap niggas pitiful, I know you in to snitch
They wanna nail Mr. Big Banc Uchie but can't get a case
The only thing they can get really from me is a chase
Playing hide-and-go-seek in the field until I find the safe
Now it's green Leprechauns just jumpin' all in my face
And the mama and Betty Crocker fightin' now I be gettin' cake
It's my money, I need it now, I did the Diddy sake
Kickin' doors in a bitch-nigga house, fuck your real estate
Clear as day, I'm sure niggas know, shit, I be gettin' cake
Don't ask where the GLE parked, just know it's in the last
Clear as day, I'm sure niggas know, shit, I be gettin' cake
Don't ask where the GLE parked, just know it's in the last
They wonder why they call me Drakeo
Was told to carry life sentence, don't talk about what my name, ho
And keep my name up out your mouth, the coroner said it's a case closed
We pull up back-to-back foreigns, I'm hoppin' with a Draco
Shit for real, alright
They wonder why they call me Drakeo
Was told to carry life sentence, don't talk about what my name, ho
And keep my name up out your mouth, the coroner said it's a case closed
We pull up back-to-back foreigns, I'm hoppin' with a Draco
Shit
They wonder why they call me Drakeo
Drakeo, Drakeo, Drakeo, Drakeo
I'm mudwalkin' in Neiman's, spending this Play-Doh
A hunned-thousand worth GLE I'm so thankful
Don't get it fucked up I'm still Mr. Ungrateful
Hateful, bladeful, I'm Wesley Snipes in Blade clothes
Hit up my niggas in pens, we chattin' on Tango
These rappers are sweet, they grapefruit, attitude mango
Killers on standby ready to war with Adolph
Osama Bin Laden, these 360 cameras, I'm cautious
Pourin' up a 5 and poppin' these percs, I'm nauseous
Typhus kid, my face is wearing a stocking
Kill all that tough shit, my niggas the real robbers
Ding dong ditch, you dealin' with real flockers
You a family guy, have a sit-down with Bill Cosby
You know Al Capone? 2016 the new mobsters
A Bathing Ape in the junker with zero tolerance
I'm totin' a K, you know it's equipped with a muzzle on it
You know that's Drakeo, he don't conduct with buster homies
The homies hate Drakeo, I don't care I still fuck with homie
Get a whip, one hundred thousand and then you can come fuck with me on the road
They wonder why they call me Drakeo
Was told to carry life sentence, don't talk about what my name, ho
And keep my name up out your mouth, the coroner said it's a case closed
We pull up back-to-back foreigns, I'm hoppin' with a Draco
Shit for real, alright
They wonder why they call me Drakeo
Was told to carry life sentence, don't talk about what my name, ho
And keep my name up out your mouth, the coroner said it's a case closed
We pull up back-to-back foreigns, I'm hoppin' with a Draco
Shit
They wonder why they call me Drakeo
You niggas id drunk as fuck, on God
You niggas sound dumb as a motherfucker, nigga
You niggas be, "Oh, all you do is show your watch all day"
"All you do is show your watch all day"
A nigga post twenty bands
"So? So?"
A nigga post thirty
"That's the same money from yesterday"
Shut the fuck up talking to me, nigga
If you ain't getting to it how I'm getting to it
Nigga, stop talking to me, nigga
Big fat loss, nigga
Fuck you talking 'bout, "It's the same money", nigga?
Obviously you don't see how I'm getting it, nigga
Fuck you mean? Fuck you talking 'bout, nigga?
Weird-ass nigga
This the thirty piece, nigga
Fuck outta here, bitch
Nigga, this thirty on the flow, bitch, come holla at me
Nigga
Bitch-ass nigga, thirty on the floor
Written by:
Darrell Caldwell
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