paroles de chanson Intro (feat. SaySoTheMac) - Drakeo the Ruler

These n- playin' with the game
Hundred round clips, don't be playin' with my name
What we on though? Just put 15 shots in his torso
Don't make me pull up on your block in sports mode
In a jungle, I'll turn to a warlock
These p- n-, they done got me in war mode
I ain't playin' with these n-, for sure, bro
You should worry about payin' your car note
If your b- see this car, she gon' turn to a porn star

First off, I ain't playin' with these n-
Hundred round clips, I'll slay one of these n-
I'm Drakeo, I'll K one of these n-
33 shots in the game, I'm Scottie Pippen
First off, I ain't playin' with these n-
Hundred round clips, I'll slay one of these n-
I'm Drakeo, I'll K one of these n-
33 shots in the game, I'm Scottie Pippen (sh-, n-)
I'm Drakeo, I'll K one of these n- (yeah, you know what's goin' on)
33 shots in the game, I'm Scottie Pippen

Time to take a trip back to the ballpark
Caught him slippin', he was lackin' in Walmart
Stupid n- clearly thought he had a hall pass
He's never comin' back and that's that and y'all mad
Better get over it

Sneak dissin' and this lead'll be over you
Two whips, man, I'll bet that she notice me
If it's beef, I'll put lettuce all over you
What's the sneak dissin' for?
We 2-0, was you peepin' the score?
Who put the bleach on the floor?
Big money like Big Meech in the club

I'll slap one of you n-
You wanna meet? Yeah, we'll jack one of you n-s
I'll put a cap in one of you n-
N- actin' like strippers, I'll throw a stack on you n-
Dropped him with a gold bottle
Hit him with these shells, you could hear his soul holler

Ugh, n- must thought he was Suge
Three hunnid up in pieces and I wish a n- would
I'm from the team, man, let's get this understood
We don't do rats and any n- support 'em
And that's fine enough
Hit him in his head, shells lined him up
We got bad b- linin' up
But they'll never get the time from us

I'm Sayso, a fool when I unfold this Kel-Tec
Askin' God why I ain't go to hell yet
Havin' dreams and I'm seein' flesh
Let me put it to a test, will it rip through flesh?
I mean, will it rip through vests?
Hit him and his man, it's gon' hit you next
I might utilize the 74
It's a AK, a expert at lettin' it go

The average Joe wouldn't know 'bout this
It's a AK, but it shoot 5.56
Watch his body flip, then he start takin' a piss
Imported from Serbia, you can't get like this
We like BMF, we just got indicted
Something 'bout violence just get me excited

I feel like huntin', should I get me a rifle?
It's murder on my mind, should I get me a Bible?
So many black opps, should I get me a sniper?
He's no longer, ain't no way to revive him

Thinking 'bout cars, should I get me a Viper?
So many paragraphs, n-, should I get you a typer?
If my b- went to jail, do you think I would write her? (Bfft)
Hell nah, n-, you think I like her?

If she's a f-, all I'm thinkin' is fire
The money right, she can meet your desire
If n- tellin', pull his teeth out with pliers
Got Nina Ross on the seat, she's a rider
Do I gotta get tactical?
Start grabbin' Dracos off mattresses?
Tell these n- stop actin'
Your friends gone start thinkin' 'bout captions
They like, "Drakeo, please chill"
A half a million dollar with no deal

Cut his limbs off and put 'em on a grill
Major leagues when you play in the field
Home run mean a death is a deal
I'm disguised as Osama when I go in the field

In Neiman Marcus, shit, I'm going to drill
I'm gettin tired, should I pop me a pill?
The massage, but you rockin' 'em still
You doin' that sh-, you prolly'll tell
A hunnid thousand, bro, that's not even a bail
F- your a- doin' sittin' in jail?

I'on't wanna hear no goofy-a- story or no jokes
Whatever, green-dot your a- and get poked
Keep on playin' with the sting team you think is a joke
Run a n- head over in a Range Rover
Put a bike on the kickstand, put his face by the wheel
What I just paid for this K is a steal
This ain't no plastic clip, b-, it's made of steel
What I dropped on his head, I could've made Richard Mille

30K for a kidney but I got a better deal
All that EDD money be on fetty still
Loadin' .223s, you ain't ready still
He look like he seen a ghost, left him dead and still
When we arrived on the scene, he was dead off pills
He got the police with him, we let the lead off still

Sh-, n-, you know what the fuck goin' on
N-, it's a team, n-, don't go against the team
You gon' get slumped, yeah
Yeah, we ain't doin' all that
You know what's goin' on, it's undisputed
We ain't doin' all that, n-
Stop talkin' to the police, n-
We don't know, y'all
(I can't fuck with you if I don't know your government, bitch)
Man, and we don't know y'all's, but y'all know ours
(Yeah, keep my d- in your mouth)
We got a Harley for everybody
Kawasakis with d- attached 'cause you niggas ridin' so hard
(Without a license)