Drakeo The Ruler, Lil Mosey and Ralfy the Plug - Fullys For Bullies

Shit, look at all the jewels
I ain't finna play with no nigga, I got hundred fifty thousand on my neck right now
I ain't playin' with no nigga thinkin' he Deebo
(Duse makin' slaps, trick)

I had a altercation with a bully, had to flatline him
I was only out nine days, they got me back violent
Had to quarterback a couple, chill, bitch, I'm Matt Ryan (Ron-Ron, do that shit)
Had to go back up to jail, it was bad timing
We heard your diamonds got a slight imperfection
To you it's cool, but my posse won't accept it
Hold up two letters, call me Mr. Lethal Weapon
Walkin' in Christians, I'm a cup away from Heaven
If you been where I been, you'd be traumatized
We can kick it, we can groove, but you not my wife
Why you carryin' a gun? I been shot at twice
You know Tuesdays and Thursdays it's hot outside
You gon' die, I'ma live, it ain't rocket science
I put a twenty in the D'USSÉ to stop from cryin'
Everybody tough as hell 'til shots get fired
You should look up at the news, your mom's cryin'

Yeah, we got fullys for bullies, chops for opps
Thots on thots, we got knots on knots
We keep fullys for bullies, chops for opps
Thots on thots, we got knots on knots
We keep fullys for bullies, chops for opps
Thots on thots, we got knots on knots
We keep fullys for bullies (yeah), chops for opps (okay)
Thots on thots (boom), we got knots on knots, nigga (uh)

I'm with Drakeo (Drakeo), slide with Dracos (boom)
Sippin' liquor in this Blueberry Faygo (Faygo)
I remember when I heard my bro case closed (closed)
We was fuckin' up some mothafuckin' pesos
Ooh, yeah, what does that mean? Uh (mean)
Them niggas actin' like they know me, they ain't seen much (no)
See my diamonds bust out the meter (oh, yeah)
In my mansion, yeah, fuck it, put my feet up (ooh)
Yeah, big bank, uchies on the dashboard (dashboard)
Fuckin' up my ice like a snowboard (slide)
I'ma give all these people what they ask for (ask for)
And my life so fast like it's fast forward (vroom)
Pull up to the scene in a Bimmer (skrrt, skrrt)
Fuck it, my fault, I meant a Rolls-Royce (Rolls-Royce)
You ain't gotta be broke 'cause that's your choice (okay)
Desto, where the lean? I'm losing my voice

Yeah, we got fullys for bullies, chops for opps
Thots on thots, we got knots on knots
We keep fullys for bullies, chops for opps
Thots on thots, we got knots on knots
We keep fullys for bullies, chops for opps
Thots on thots, we got knots on knots
We keep fullys for bullies, chops for opps
Thots on thots, we got knots on knots, nigga

Fullys for bullies, chops and Glocks
Oochie bustin' out the rubber band, let's pop some knots
Why these niggas actin' like he tough? His pops a cop
Diamonds on my wrist breakdancin' inside the watch
Every time a nigga see the plug, he gotta daze low
He a bum, his whole neck filled with fake gold
The Ruler home, fuck the pigs, bitch, it's a case closed
Everybody know the Stinc Team finna take over
Niggas actin' like he tough'll get a makeover
Everybody know the Stinc Team finna take over
The Ruler home, fuck the pigs, bitch, it's a case closed
Everybody know the Stinc Team gettin' throwed, the plug

Yeah, we got fullys for bullies, chops for opps
Thots on thots, we got knots on knots
We keep fullys for bullies, chops for opps
Thots on thots, we got knots on knots
We keep fullys for bullies, chops for opps
Thots on thots, we got knots on knots
We keep fullys for bullies, chops for opps
Thots on thots, we got knots on knots, nigga

Written by:
Darrell Wayne Caldwell, Devante Caldwell, Duse Beatz, Laron Robinson, Lathan Moses Echols

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