No Rules

Lyrics

[Intro: TrDee] Awstria Fucking bitch-ass nigga [Verse 1: TrDee] I know you wanna fuck a rich-ass nigga You know yo dad raised a bitch-ass nigga Old bitch-ass nigga can't fuck with my team You just mad that my money talk, huh, Charlie Sheen I ain't gon' lie, if I was you, I would hate myself I think yo bitch wanna fuck with me 'cause she see my belt Caught the opps out in traffic, point it like I see the help Let me dive head first in it, Michael Phelps [Verse 2: BabyTron] In the A, I just linked up with Dorien Got that fire on my side, feel like Scorpion Palm Angels t-shirt, feeling glorious Feel like a star player, I been scoring shit You save hoes? Okay, Captain Underpants I don't got a lil' bitch, ask yo other man At the self-scan, yes, that's another jam Oh, the sauce? That's five hundred, brother man [Verse 3: Samuel Shabazz] I told that bitch to suck it well, I'm not yo other mans She gon' suck dick and go home with her pussy untouched [?] bitch to save her but there really ain't nothing Smooth criminal, she gotta go home uncuffed [?] young niggas make me really get the uncle in me Everything free in the mall, go and fuck it, dummy Bitch, you gotta see we gon' ball, feel like I'm Zion Sorry for the wait that it take but I like the [?] [Verse 4: StanWill] Up the rocket, turn a opp to a astronaut Matter fact, I'll up chop, he Casper now Off this new BIN, I'm more blessed than a pastor now Assist, yo bitch got passed around Making green off the hams, Dr. Seuss Checking up on these hoes? Dr. You If it's beef, we gon' slide on a opp or two Dirty-ass ham tryna reach? Put the mop to use [Verse 5: Samuel Shabazz] Gotta know it ain't no rules to this shit I'm a rude-ass nigga, cut into a lil' bitch I get fuel off the hate, I'll cruise to yo ship Guns bigger than the clothes on Papoose in this bitch It's amazing what you see a ho do for a fix It's amazing what you see a ho when you the shit You ain't a killer, you more like a state troop or some shit Yeah, we heard you niggas telling, heard you made yo homies failing [Verse 6: BabyTron] Sick I came euro stepping, bitch, I'm Dame Lill' This scam shit ain't light, boy, it take skill Sick me and Dee plotting on the same meal If the Glock don't kill him then the K will And if the K don't do it then the tank will Don't talk about drank to me if it ain't sealed Shooter came kill streak, that's his eighth kill Name an IG bitch that I ain't drilled [Verse 7: TrDee] Damn, bro, pass one my way I'm tryna get head speed driving on the highway It's the [?] flick, got giffies, it's my birthday Don't show up to my crib, you'll get killed in the worst way Huh, that's no cap Huh, she ain't have a ass, it was all back Miss a call from the bank, hold on, let me call back Been learn my lesson, never trip, I'ma fall back [Verse 8: StanWill] Never trip, Maison Margielas tied up You a damn doodoo head if you tryna fight us Jam the reader three times then I slide once Catch me OT touring Wally's, this my ninth one Bro poured some mud in his pop, with his dirty-ass You ain't really in yours, catch me in thirty bags Come and get yo bitch, with her flirty-ass Never listened to a song but I heard he ass