Lyrics Mr. Mosely Claps Back - Drakeo the Ruler

This when Mister Mosely clap back, like, I really end careers, like

I'm a different type of individual (I fucking love you JuJu)
I'm a mini chopper if you didn't know
If somebody gotta die, it's simply you
Now they gotta quote a line from Mystikal
I heard his baby mama got strong knees
Was gon' overnight the bitch, but got cold feet
Can you give Fader a call please?
I'm heavily influenced by codeine
I am not no fuckin' role model
Tell the doctor bring me more bottles
It's nothing like science on a rocket
My son's birthday, I bought him four choppers
If you don't wanna die, keep dancing
Your girlfriend is a backseat bandit
If you don't wanna die, keep dancing
Your girlfriend is a backseat bandit

Let me tell you something that's facts
He's never coming back and that's that
Go and put me on a hashtag
This when Mister Mosely claps back
Let me tell you something that's facts
He's never coming back and that's that
Go and put me on a hashtag
This when Mister Mosely claps back

All this talking from behind, can we speak on it?
Give a nigga ninety shells when it's 3:30
When his body hit the ground, put a sheet on it
Even fly niggas gotta get they feet dirty
Why you wanna run up on me? 'Cause I got dough?
I just put a hole up in Johnny Bravo
He's no longer, that's for all that being macho
I fled the scene in a Louis V poncho
This when Shy Glizzy battle Lil Uzi
This when sticks in the car actin' stupid
In this life, nice guys finish last
Yeah, we fly, but you will not get a pass

Let me tell you something that's facts
He's never coming back and that's that
Go and put me on a hashtag
This when Mister Mosely claps back
Let me tell you something that's facts
He's never coming back and that's that
Go and put me on a hashtag
This when Mister Mosely claps back

How you tryna get up on me in a Tahoe?
Three-sixty cameras, lil' nigga, we are not broke
Ten bricks in the car, call me Pablo
Was creeping through the back door, call me Sancho
He was tripping over a bitch and got shot over it
She say put it on my face, so I shot over it
I just scuffed my Louis Vs and got the block jumpin'
We just killed all of your friends, but we not over it
We finna spin a couple laps just a couple times
Just shit bagged twelve niggas, what you got in mind?
Just shit bagged twelve niggas, what you got in mind?
Three-fifty for some juice, nigga crossed the line

They done crossed the line with this shit
They got shit fucked up, nigga
Nigga, don't sneak diss me, don't do none of that, nigga
I really end careers, nigga, like, it's like
Yeah, man, like, just face it, like, just face it, bruh
Like, you can't sit there mopin' around, sitting on the couch
I know you going through some shit though, but just
Just face it, bruh, like
He's never coming back and that's that
You hear me?
Yeah, nigga talkin' 'bout some motherfuckin' three-fifty a line
Like, shit nigga, you crossed the line, strip him
I had to strip him
I ain't playin' with no nigga
All you weird-ass niggas out there tryna tax for this juice, nigga
We strippin' shit
Ugh