Rules of Survival

Lyrics

[Intro: Reezy X] (XA Worldwide) Øwayy [Chorus: Reezy X] Uh Money, power, respect, Øway I put a four in my pop wit brodie Okay okay okay okay I know they sending they shots Doing everything they not Try the gang make shit pop (Huh) All of my rebels they phønks in this bitch Try the gang make shit hot You gon' do what you do or you not Make a move wit my tool, showin my jewels And I dare a lil fuckboy to try Got Dior on my jeans, and my freak But I came up from juggin' and robbin' I could show you the rules of survival I could show you the rules of survival I could show you the rules of survival [Verse 1: Sk8star] Buh I wake up and get the fuck up Pull out them racks like lets count the shit up Who got the lean? n***a, pour that shit up Who got the bean n***a, boot the fuck up (Fuck up) Young n***a boot the fuck up (Fuck up) (Yeah) Boot the fuck up (Fuck up) Fuck n***a, boot the fuck up My shoota, shoot the shit up (Shit up) Yeah, you all out of luck (What) You all out of luck (Scrrtt) My shoota go buh (Buh) My shoota got sticks He got a Glock with a dick I got this Dolce Gabbana (Bana) She like she fuck with the fit (Fit) I walk out the house, lets take a pic Send so many shots, I know that motherfuckin' hit Yeah just send a dot, we make a blitz Yeah just send a dot, I get that motherfuckin' blitzed [Verse 2: Diorvsyou] Yeah and I'm spendin racks, I blow a dub in a week Yeah, but my eyes all bags, I swear I can't get no sleep, yeah She throwin' it back, I got a lil' hoe on her knees, yeah She fuck with the swag, my n***a, I got the ho fuckin' with me, yeah And this bih, doin anything, yeah, this lil' ho such a freak, yeah And I've been rockin' anything, n***a, I wake up and get flee But I'm in a hoodie and jeans, but shit it's like 80 degrees Get fly give a fuck bout the heat You can try, you gon' die when we meet My slime wit me clearin' the scene And I just scored a eight wit lil Reezy I know n****s would die to do what we do every day, we make this shit look easy [Chorus: Reezy X] Uh Money, power, respect, Øway I put a four in my pop wit brodie Okay okay okay okay I know they sending they shots Doing everything they not Try the gang make shit pop (Huh) All of my rebels they phønks in this bitch Try the gang make shit hot (Hot) You gon' do what you do or you not Make a move wit my tool, showin' my jewels And I dare a lil fuckboy to try (Try) Got Dior on my jeans, and my freak But I came up from juggin' and robbin' I could show you the rules of survival I could show you the rules of survival I could show you the rules of survival