Lyrics Hood Trophy - Drakeo the Ruler

I like this type of shit, perkies no Vicodins
Gone out my mind again
Bambino out flockin′ in the coupe, he like the ISIS head
Mister don't blind me, serve sorry but I′m kind of slurring, The Ruler
I do this often
Don't sneak diss me nigga, you'll be married to a coffin
Came from Bally Total Fitness, you would think I went jogging
I′m all about my offer, man these niggas just jawsing

A bust down (hood trophies), say my name (hood trophies)
In the coupe (hood trophies), F&N′s (hood trophies)
We got Act (hood trophies), check my stats (hood trophies)
Mr. fuckin' Mosley, that′s a fact, niggas know me
A bust down (hood trophies), say my name (hood trophies)
In the coupe (hood trophies), F&N's (hood trophies)
We got Act (hood trophies), check my stats (hood trophies)
Mr. fuckin′ Mosley, that's a fact, niggas know me

Yes indeed these niggas know me, Mr. fuckin′ Mosley
Watch how you approach and we ain't finna beef on social
The media won't know if you gon′ breathe again, the demon′s head
Walkin' with the ninas bag, that′s where I keep my secrets at
It's hotter than hell′s kitchen, Longstocking when I'm whippin′
I got kamikaze visions, on the block, rich for Lenox
These niggas choosin' when they picking, I refuse to be that nigga
Double cup, sippin' mud, dodging school and detention
Maintain, got my whiskers, in the public I′m a figure
Budweiser, got the brewski, I′ma shoot it 'til it′s empty
Broke bitches I won't pity, been lying, now they plenty
They all Big Banc Uchies nigga gettin′

A bust down (hood trophies), say my name (hood trophies)
In the coupe (hood trophies), F&N's (hood trophies)
We got Act (hood trophies), check my stats (hood trophies)
Mr. fuckin′ Mosley, that's a fact, niggas know me
A bust down (hood trophies), say my name (hood trophies)
In the coupe (hood trophies), F&N's (hood trophies)
We got Act (hood trophies), check my stats (hood trophies)
Mr. fuckin′ Mosley, that′s a fact, niggas know me

See it's like, we sippin′ mud and all that.
This a hood trophy, we got Act and all that
You already know I done did that, I done had the coupe
Steal your coupes, all that. it's crazy, hood trophy
Bust down Rollie, that′s for sure a hood trophy
All that nigga, ten chains on me like my neck hurt like boy
I hope my jewelry is a pound type shit, like,
You know what I'm talkin′ 'bout?
F&N's, and Dracos and all that
Before niggas even knew what Dracos was,
Before these niggas was screaming my name in all
They raps and all that.
But I′m free, yeah.
Tell these niggas stop sneak dissing me.
We not with the social media shit,
What I say is a catalogue of caskets,
Pick and choose.
Dead