Rules

Lyrics

[Intro: BloodHound Q50] Lunch Break, nigga Go, go Long live my brother, he probably killed your bitch-ass brother (Don't you know you won the lotto?) Go, go, go Ayy, look (Go) [Chorus: BloodHound Q50 & Rell Vert] Rule number one, go get you a hot, go spin you a block, go catch you an opp Rule number two, when you chase his ass down, better dump his ass down so he don't get far Rule number three, when you park that V, get the fuck in the crib, nigga, go check Spot Rule number four, keep all mouths closed, give no fuck if he the guys, if he snitch, he get dropped (Alright, alright) Rule number five, we don't fuck with the 5, so you claimin' that shit, you get bust in your shit Rulе number six, we don't fuck with the opps, so you claimin' thе 6, you get hit with a switch Rule number seven, better keep you a weapon Caught too many bodies, I ain't goin' to Heaven Got the lo' on the opps, now we thirsty to stretch 'em You ever killed a nigga, then took his weapon? [Verse 1: BloodHound Q50] I took naps outside of niggas' cribs In the Mil, tryna kill for a dollar bill They park up the Kia when I make his brains spill Only time I'm sober is when I'm on a drill And my bitch in the stu', she a ten for real She ain't doin' no fightin', get hit with a 10 mil' [Verse 2: Rell Vert & BloodHound Q50] Alright, lil' Vert, alright, alright (She know that I'm, grr, grr, grr) Say we got some smoke, well, let's get in the field Jeff put Drac' shells in his grill You know who we smoke on, Leal (Leal) Foenem in a hot, outside tryna kill My opps keep dyin' while I'm up in the hills We been havin' motion before we had deals (Been havin' motion) He got hit in his top with a Glock and it spilled (Right in his top) I'll never stop poppin' these pills (I'll never) We'll never stop poppin' these niggas (We'll never) Put the fire to they ass and we droppin' them niggas (Droppin', droppin') He was just with the nigga, we croppin' the picture (Croppin' the picture) If you hang with them niggas, you get popped with them niggas (Get popped with them niggas, go) [Verse 3: BloodHound Q50] I can't bap, I got shot, lil' nigga In the joint with a nigga I shot, lil' nigga You can check Spot News, I was up on 95 shit with a crutch and a Glock, lil' nigga [Chorus: BloodHound Q50 & Rell Vert] Rule number one, go get you a hot, go spin you a block, go catch you an opp Rule number two, when you chase his ass down, better dump his ass down so he don't get far Rule number three, when you park that V, get the fuck in the crib, nigga, go check Spot Rule number four, keep all mouths closed, give no fuck if he the guys, if he snitch, he get dropped (Alright, alright) Rule number five, we don't fuck with the 5, so you claimin' that shit, you get bust in your shit Rule number six, we don't fuck with the opps, so you claimin' the 6, you get hit with a switch Rule number seven, better keep you a weapon Caught too many bodies, I ain't goin' to Heaven Got the lo' on the opps, now we thirsty to stretch 'em You ever killed a nigga, then took his weapon?