Flu Flam A Opp Drakeo the Ruler (Ft. Ralfy the Plug)

[Intro]
Shit, you know the truth
(Man, is that Yori?)
(Smoov, what's good, baby?)

[Verse 1: Drakeo the Ruler]
I'll be what the lick read
Carats on my wrist, no, they didn’t come from Tiffany
Elmer Fudd try to get this buzz, we throwing clips at him
Hit stick made him kickflip, time to blitz, Madden
Left silver satin all on his swap meet fabric
Three hundred fifty thousand in the duffle, do a backflip
That's Drakeo with a Draco, bet you this'll bring traction
Gallery Department, rocking cold devil, this fashion
That's an awful lot of cough syrup in my hands
Silly opp, made him wrestle shots like he Vince McMahon
He's no longer, what that mean? He's simply dead
Must be off shrooms, so I left him trippy red
Kill Bill, real deal, they gon' do what Simon tell 'em
Rolls Royce Dawn parked and it came with umbrellas
It don't rain in California, but I bet you we could sell 'em
I'm the truth, you can go and ask them niggas I was in jail with

[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
My car came with umbrellas in it, nigga
The police said I hang with all felons in my pictures
Flu flam a opp if he staring at my jewelry
Deebo-ed the block, niggas saying I'm a bully
My car came with umbrellas in it, nigga
The police said I hang with all felons in my pictures
Flu flam a opp if he staring at my jewelry
Deebo-ed the block, niggas saying I'm a bully
Shit, nigga
My car came with umbrellas in it, nigga
Nigga
The police said I hang with all felons in my pictures
For real
Monday Night Raw, he can wrestle these extensions
Shit
Flu flam a opp if he staring at my jewelry