Drakeo

Lyrics

[Intro: Drakeo The Ruler] Still chasin' niggas in Fendi outfits, this shit regular, you feel me? You can't run from this Nigga, twin turbo Anyway, free all my niggas Keep my name out your mouth I don't know you niggas [Verse 1: Drakeo the Ruler] Why they call you Drakeo? Man, pull that K out We turn gangsta rappers to Pastor Mase 'round Arabs Say now, say now Still doin' them things up on them PayPals Cake how Them my peoples, though Slid through Bandcamp and mudwalked through Neiman's floor If you ain't got no bucks for the Ruler then you can hit the door I'll throw twenty bands right now, who really need the dough? You rap niggas pitiful, I know you in to snitch They wanna nail Mr. Big Bank Uchie but can't get a case The only thing they can get f'really from me is a chase plan Playing hide-and-go-seek in the field until I find a safe Now it's green leprechauns just jumpin' all in my face And the mama and Betty Crocker fightin' now I be gettin' cake It's my money, I need it now, I did the Diddy shake Kickin' doors in a bitch nigga house, fuck your real estate Clear as day, I'm sure niggas know, shit, I be gettin' cake Don't ask where the GLE parked, just know it's in the last Clear as day, I'm sure niggas know, shit, I be gettin' cake Don't ask where the GLE parked, they know [?] [Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler] They wonder why they call me Drakeo Was told to carry life sentence, don't talk about what my name, ho And keep my name up out your mouth, the coroner said it's a case closed We pull up back-to-back foreigns, moppin' out with a Draco (Shit, for real) They wonder why they call me Drakeo Was told to carry life sentence, don't talk about what my name, ho And keep my name up out your mouth, the coroner said it's a case closed We pull up back-to-back foreigns, moppin' out with a Draco [Verse 2: Drakeo the Ruler] They wonder why they call me Drakeo, Drakeo, Drakeo, Drakeo, Drakeo I'm mudwalkin' in Neiman's spending this Play-Doh A hundred-thousand worth GLE, I'm so thankful Don't get it fucked up I'm still Mr. Ungrateful Hateful, blateful, I'm Wesley Snipes in Blade clothes Hit up my niggas and pins, we chattin' on Tango These rappers are sweet, they grapefruit, attitude mango Killers on standby ready to war with Adolf Osama Bin Laden, these 360 cameras, I'm cautious Poured up a five, and poppin' these Percs, I'm nauseous Typhus kid, my face is wearing a stocking Kill all that tough shit, my niggas the real robbers Ding dong ditch, you dealin' with real flockers You a family guy, have a sit-down with Bill Cosby You know Al Capone? 2016 the new mobsters A Bathing Ape in the jungle with zero tolerance I'm totin' a K, you know it's equipped with a muzzle on it You know that's Drakeo, he don't conduct with buster homies The homies hate Drakeo, I don't care, I still fuck with homie Get a whip 100,000 and then you can come fuck with me [Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler] They wonder why they call me Drakeo Was told to carry life sentence, don't talk about what my name, ho And keep my name up out your mouth, the coroner said it's a case closed We pull up back-to-back foreigns, moppin' out with a Draco (Shit, for real) They wonder why they call me Drakeo Was told to carry life sentence, don't talk about what my name, ho And keep my name up out your mouth, the coroner said it's a case closed We pull up back-to-back foreigns, moppin' out with a Draco Shit They wonder why they call me Draco [Outro] A nigga post twenty bands So? So? A nigga post thirty "It's the same money from yesterday" Shut the fuck up talkin' to me, nigga, if you ain't gettin' to what I'm gettin' to, nigga, stop talkin' to me, nigga Nigga, fat loafs, nigga Fuck you talkin' 'bout it's the same money, nigga? Obviously you don't see how I'm gettin' it Fuck you mean? Fuck you talkin' 'bout, nigga? Weird-ass nigga It's a thirty-piece, nigga Fuck outta here, bitch Nigga, it's thirty on the floor, bitch, come holler at me Nigga Bitch-ass nigga, thirty on the floor