Mr. Everything Drakeo the Ruler

[Verse 1]
Sheesh, I guess this a three-peat huh
Girl that's Drakeo, it's gettin' kinda hard to breath huh, uhh
Girl I can't be no rebound
Ten cases in a month, I don't know who gon' refile
Put that draco down Drakeo, these niggas talkin'
Where your table in the club, lil nigga don't even talk to us
Walk it out, put a beam on it and chalk him out
Had to slide through your hood and show out, fuck you talkin' 'bout lethal?
Mr. Glover, my weapons lethal
I tried to tell you I'm a heathen, done shared beds with demons
Done had long walks with Jesus
Get you whacked from your people, yeah it's really that easy
What he get for tryna be me
We at his gravesite cheesin', another day with the Stinc Team
You know I bop bop ming ming
And had a meet and greet with ling ling
Come on this shit regular
Bullets flying all at the messenger
I'm a machine gun specialist, plain jane with the bezel busted
Nigga you broke and it's disgusting
Remember Fake Watch Busta, ain't really with all that tussling
Come on this shit nothin'
Use guns with acrynoms for niggas wanna cuff me
Pissing on tombstones, the boy the McLovin
Tryna tell you I was thuggin' lil nigga, so fuck a deal
One day my autograph gon' be worth 'bout a couple mill
It's regular, I tried to tell you I'm thugging still
One day my autograph gon' be worth 'bout a couple mill
The Ruler [?]