Idk Why Drakeo the Ruler (Ft. GrindHard E & Young Slo-Be)

[Verse 1: Drakeo the Ruler]
If it's beef on the plate, you’ll get chipped like a bowl of nachos
A hundred shots and the next one's with Johnny Bravo
Long convos with Ben Frank and Miley Cyrus
Both of my wrists, bitch, will blind every one inside here
Sticks with high beams, I promise you don't wanna fight me
Put his head in a box like he on an IP
A movie, Spike Lee, a pizza party, Peter Piper (RONRON do that shit)
Call your girlfriend, she cheating on you (Duse making slaps, trick)
Shit, we laughing at ’em, all my opps need bags to use the restroom
Wayne Gretzky, the ice on me and lethal weapons
Moves from Tekken
Want a Ryu kicker, Jet Li, Hadouken
Stupid chop, it ain't past school yet
My opps finally come outside, we should pass through there
Heard little Pooh Bear got metal rides and dirty screws
Stupid Ru' really, a bitch can't get a Happy Meal from me
Jack and Jill callin', that's the pills callin'

[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler & GrindHard E]
I don't know why these pussy niggas think it’s sweet with me
I don’t know why you even call yourself competin' with me
I don’t know why they keep mistakin' me for Mr. T and shit
He's a clown, but we turned him to a Cheeto man today
I don't know why you pussy niggas think it’s sweet with me
I don't know why you even call yourself competin' with me
I don't know why you keep mistakin' me for Mr. T and shit
He's a clown, but we turned him to a Cheeto man today
Shit, I don't know why they keep mistakin' me for Mr. T and shit, shit
He's a clown, but we turned him to a Cheeto man today, for real, nigga
I don't know why these pussy niggas think it's sweet with me, it's not
Shit, I don't know why you even call yourself competin' with me, nigga (GrindHard)