Текст песни 300 Raccs - Drakeo the Ruler

Grab the suit and tie, had to do it to 'em
I ain't giving all my time to a goofy nigga
Drop a hundred K on a loser nigga (Laudiano)
The first nigga send a mug, I'ma crucify him
When you with the team, know it's do or die
Hope you keep that same energy when it's you and I
Water on my neck, I went scuba diving
This nina fucking everybody, put the coochie on 'em
Kamikaze thoughts, but the doors are suicidal
If Rami did your pieces, why you always gotta ask sizing?

Don't got the same check, when I flex, I remind niggas
Back up off my jewelry, it'll blind niggas, I'm different
If we hooping, shit get stupid, is you high, nigga?
Pull up at a nigga school and Columbine niggas
Shooters in the cut with the shy glizzy
The MAC's supersized, a nigga up and fried 'em
I'm buddies with Tom, I need my space
Find me boosting up the crime rate if crime pays
The last nigga lost his head talking 'bout I'm gay
Shots fired, hitting hard as Bombay

These streets, I got the key to, nigga, santé
My flu flammer niggas know my feng shui
Double Ds on the chop, shit get naughty
Put the beam on a nigga, ask Scotty
Here, put this bag in your stomach, nigga, potty
.223 shells, ain't carrying no shotty
Got Shanaynay in the whip, she's a hottie
Bitch, I'm Drakeo, I am not no role model, I'm hot-headed
Can a dog get a bone? Pippi Long made him drop dead
I ain't even finna play with a stock clip

Catch me beating on his head with these chop rounds
He tried to eat a two piece and got knocked down
Heard my presence in the room, make the spot hot
I ain't worried 'bout these niggas, I got my chop
Foreigns on the corner, bitch, this my block
Confirmed kills, we ain't sending out no pop shots
Couple mops in the car, I'm with the shotters
If you go against the team, you don dada
Talk beef, we gon' turn it into lobster
Ruth's Chris, I just caught another body

I'm partying with lil' Meech, we at Papi's
That's the mob, bitch, I feel like John Gotti
All I need is Ben Franklin aside me
Bruce Lee kicks, this chopper know karate
Work him out, nigga should've knew Pilates
You's a bitch and them niggas you with caca
Two chains on, I'm finna start a riot
Get the uchies, now my Insta' going private
Never speak on what you really do in private
Any nigga can get touched with the Midas

From California, in my city, I'm an icon
Los Scandalous, I grew up with the pythons
I get dough, I be kicking it with Tyquan
He portraying he a killer 'cause his mic on
Bygones be bygones, I'm not that guy
I can't be that high, gold bottles, baptize 'em
Niggas get wrapped for me, F&Ns and MACs on me
Do I even gotta say three hundred racks by me?
Niggas get wrapped for me, F&Ns and MACs on me
Do I even gotta say three hundred racks on me? Ugh

Shit, you know the truth