[Verse 1: Drakeo the Ruler]
Uh, if you don't like it then slice your wrist
This the type of shit that set off brawls with hockey sticks
Shred gang, nigga turn them Timbs to some moccasins
So many bodies on his gun, made number one on the ahkies list
How your wrist broke but you ain't got no diamonds, you lyin' bitch
Talkin' about you gettin' it but I ain't seen a dime you spent
You broke, how you gon' rob me, you ain't even got common sense
Stinc Team in the building, guess this when bitches find they rent
In the 650 coupe, finna get rid of the politics
That's a five and a twenty, best believe I'm out of it
Put that draco down Drakeo, you ain't even think about the kids
Killer season nigga, even babies get shot to death
Rozzy on the line with a baby hung by his leg, it's regular
Young and reckless, you get the message
Dunk a four in a one like I was pourin' a TEC fish
Shit, ain't sense of blasphemey, hangin' niggas for stressin', uh

[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
Man nigga stop playin'
You think this Prezi worth your life, then nigga go 'head and take it
Killers on standby, they ready to shoot a baby
Niggas always in my ear, they tellin' me I'ma make it
I sense any sense of blasphemy, hit a nigga with draco, shit
Got killers on standby, they ready to shoot a baby, shit
Got niggas all up in my ear, they tellin' me I'ma make it
I sense any sense of blasphemy, hit a nigga with draco
Killers on standby, they ready to shoot a baby
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