Should I Kill Him

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Drakeo the Ruler] I'll press the button on these niggas The chopper get to rocket autoin' niggas and made his hip hop Dancin' ass nigga, he belong on TikTok No longer pro bono, that's a home run Made niggas plead for sympathy when holdin' these twin F&N's If we clubbin', then there's sticks in here, shit If not, then promoters get hit with kicks and fists Who bitch is that suckin' dick? Lord knows, she's a baby killer Paint her face, she's a clown too Your mans told and that man he told on finna get out soon Every time she hit my line, she hear the dial tone The pussy cool, but so is hers, I don't come out much [Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler] Want my name all in your mouth, can you feel me? Heard your boyfriend is an opp, should I kill him? Thirty thousand, it was mounted on the dresser They'll stretch the whole car if I tell 'em Want my name all in your mouth, can you feel me? Heard your boyfriend is an opp, should I kill him? Thirty thousand, it was mounted on the dresser They'll stretch the whole car out if I tell 'em Uh, shit, nigga I'll buy the whole bar out if they let me Uh, shit, nigga If she wanna come party, would you let her? [Verse 2: Drakeo the Ruler] Never would you ever, bitch, we millionaires You eight thousand from my hundred, bitch, you get in there, bum I'm rockin' the drum with two sticks, I don't give a fuck He run up on that 2Pac shit, bitch, we gon' hit him up Now we throwin' curves, that was a ninety-five If I add four shots, I give him ninety-nine, shit talkers You see me, and you see why niggas pissed off He in the booth off coke, limp dick, mad 'cause he can't get off Treacherous is this nigga right now in my messages I don't want the bitch, bro, stop texting me For real, dumb-ass nigga, hahaha Loser, doofus, I keep two shooters with me I got Bin Laden in the coupe with the kufi in it I'll melt him like a slushy, burnt him, it was nothing Paid in full, I paid my dues to rock out with this hundred [Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler] Want my name all in your mouth, can you feel me? Heard your boyfriend is an opp, should I kill him? Thirty thousand, it was mounted on the dresser They'll stretch the whole car if I tell 'em Want my name all in your mouth, can you feel me? Heard your boyfriend is an opp, should I kill him? Thirty thousand, it was mounted on the dresser They'll stretch the whole car out if I tell 'em Uh, shit, nigga I'll buy the whole bar out if they let me Uh, shit, nigga If she wanna come party, would you let her? [Verse 3: Peezy] They gon' stretch the whole car out if I send a blitz Death the only thing that make me happy if you get me pissed Scooped two hoes from the day shift and made them bitches strip You can't party where I party at unless you on the list You can ask the opps and they'll tell you, "Peezy on his shit" Drunk an eight of Wock' in one soda, now I gotta piss If the state troopers pull us over, bae, don't tell 'em shit You get in my way, you know it's over, boy, don't make the list Met two bad hoes on the 'Gram, I made them bitches kiss Both of 'em stingy, so I made them hoes share this dick You might end up like Ray Charles, you stare at my wrist Blow a dub today and get it back tomorrow 'cause it ain't shit [Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler] Want my name all in your mouth, can you feel me? Heard your boyfriend is an opp, should I kill him? Thirty thousand, it was mounted on the dresser They'll stretch the whole car if I tell 'em Want my name all in your mouth, can you feel me? Heard your boyfriend is an opp, should I kill him? Thirty thousand, it was mounted on the dresser They'll stretch the whole car out if I tell 'em Uh, shit, nigga I'll buy the whole bar out if they let me Uh, shit, nigga If she wanna come party, would you let her? [Outro: Drakeo the Ruler] Haha Anyway, y'all know what's goin' on, you know what I'm saying? Anyway, I'm like, mm-mm, can you feel me? Heard your boyfriend is an opp, should I kill him? That's a serious question, though, like, really? Okay, ha-ha-ha Anyway, want my name all in your mouth, can you feel me? Heard your boyfriend is an opp, should I kill him? Thirty thousand, it was mounted on the— I got thirty in my hand, though I couldn't— I couldn't mount it on the table Ha-ha-ha You feel me? That be, like, a serious question though, like, nigga, like Ayy, like I heard your boyfriend, like, like, you want me to get him out the way? Oh, okay, okay, I'm— ha-ha-ha, we know the truth Long live Jameon Davis, fuck these busters Yeah Shit