[Intro: Drakeo the Ruler]
Shit, look at all the jewels
I ain't finna play with no nigga, I got hundred fifty thousand on my neck right now
I ain’t playin' with no nigga thinkin' he Deebo
Duse makin’ slaps, trick
[Verse 1: Drakeo the Ruler]
I had a altercation with a bully, had to flatline him
I was only out nine days, they got me back violent
Had to quarterback a couple, chill, bitch, I'm Matt Ryan (Ron-Ron, do that shit)
Had to go back up to jail, it was bad timing
We heard your diamonds got a slight imperfection
To you it's cool, but my posse won't accept it
Hold up two letters, call me Mr. Lethal Weapon
Walkin' in Christians, I'm a cup away from Heaven
If you been where I been, you'd be traumatized
We can kick it, we can groove, but you not my wife
Why you carryin' a gun? I been shot at twice
You know Tuesdays and Thursdays it’s hot outside
You gon’ die, I'ma live, it ain’t rocket sciеnce
I put a twenty in the D'USSÉ to stop from cryin'
Evеrybody tough as hell 'til shots get fired
You should look up at the news, your mom’s cryin'
[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler & Lil Mosey]
Yeah, we got fullys for bullies, chops for opps
Thots on thots, we got knots on knots
We keep fullys for bullies, chops for opps
Thots on thots, we got knots on knots
We keep fullys for bullies, chops for opps
Thots on thots, we got knots on knots
We keep fullys for bullies (Yeah), chops for opps (Okay)
Thots on thots (Boom), we got knots on knots, nigga (Uh)
Shit, look at all the jewels
I ain't finna play with no nigga, I got hundred fifty thousand on my neck right now
I ain’t playin' with no nigga thinkin' he Deebo
Duse makin’ slaps, trick
[Verse 1: Drakeo the Ruler]
I had a altercation with a bully, had to flatline him
I was only out nine days, they got me back violent
Had to quarterback a couple, chill, bitch, I'm Matt Ryan (Ron-Ron, do that shit)
Had to go back up to jail, it was bad timing
We heard your diamonds got a slight imperfection
To you it's cool, but my posse won't accept it
Hold up two letters, call me Mr. Lethal Weapon
Walkin' in Christians, I'm a cup away from Heaven
If you been where I been, you'd be traumatized
We can kick it, we can groove, but you not my wife
Why you carryin' a gun? I been shot at twice
You know Tuesdays and Thursdays it’s hot outside
You gon’ die, I'ma live, it ain’t rocket sciеnce
I put a twenty in the D'USSÉ to stop from cryin'
Evеrybody tough as hell 'til shots get fired
You should look up at the news, your mom’s cryin'
[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler & Lil Mosey]
Yeah, we got fullys for bullies, chops for opps
Thots on thots, we got knots on knots
We keep fullys for bullies, chops for opps
Thots on thots, we got knots on knots
We keep fullys for bullies, chops for opps
Thots on thots, we got knots on knots
We keep fullys for bullies (Yeah), chops for opps (Okay)
Thots on thots (Boom), we got knots on knots, nigga (Uh)
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