No Rules

Lyrics

[Intro] (Laudiano) Do our own shit, we don't know the rules In my pocket, I got all blues (Joog) [Verse: BlueBucksClan DJ & Jeeezy] Bloody Christian Loubs look like bowling shoes You got [?], we got [?] We don't love these bitches, yeah, we let 'em choose Yeah, we in the Rolls, huh We in the Rolls and these other whips in back of us Big foreigns, ain't no motherfucking Acuras Hopping out that bitch bleeding, think I'm Dracula 'Member I was broke riding on that [?] bus Now I ain't in it 'less that bitch got a [?] BucksClan in this bitch, yeah, it's just us Same niggas from the [?], yeah, we flexed up When I'm with my niggas, yeah, it's a clan rally All these blues in this bitch, it's a band rally From the gutter, we was running in that damn alley It was [?], now it's all [?] I ain't never fucked no [?], it was all baddies I was smoking pom-pom, now this Wood fatty Michael Kors on your wrist, on my wrist Patty Christians bleeding on my feet, need a fucking bandage Yeah, I'm dripping like [?] Hotboxing in the Tesla, nigga, spark up The Model S a spaceship when it start up Ran out of juice, had to let it charge up Big shit for niggas if they try to barge us Bad bitches looking for me like I'm Waldo Three-five all in my Wood, ain't no [?] Louboutins bleeding on my toes, ain't no [?] Yeah, I know that's your bitch, I make her smile though LA Prime eating good, bitch, it's steak time I got bitches calling me all on FaceTime Got a attitude 'cause I don't ever make time Only fuck with bitches that got great minds Every time the bitch with me she have a great time Every day my birthday, bitch, it's cake time [?] hundreds, I remember they was [?] twos Backwood full of gas, I smoke good [?] For a [?] I'm fucking up my good shoes I'm with the Clan, yeah, we ball, bitch, we don't lose Big double-R, feeling like I'm [?] Came in the game [?], I don't know the rules These niggas think they fucking with us, man, these niggas fools These niggas think they fly in them fucking Trues Gucci snakes on my feet and I don't go to zoo I get money, yeah, for fun, that's my fucking [?] She mad at me, I don't text, yeah, I'm fucking rude Poured off the Tech, yeah, I'm fucking screwed I could tell she wanted me 'cause she stay [?] Niggas peep us in the club, yeah, they stay spying Really wanna be us bad, these niggas stay trying Niggas broke with no hoes, niggas stay lying All this chicken in my pocket, yeah, I ain't frying Yeah, I'm bleeding like I'm Ricky but I ain't dying My niggas walking with them sticks and they ain't [?] I keep fucking on these hoes, yeah, that ain't mine [?] pull up with a [?], finna pour a four [?], make a nigga tuck his [?] Every time I pop out a nigga tuck his bitch Press a button in that Benz, yeah, [?] On the road to the money, ain't no GPS She said she love me, run these scripts up in CVS Thousand dollar shoes, yeah, bitch, that's how I walk [?] going up in this bitch, yeah, that's my fault