
Having Fun Drakeo the Ruler
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[Verse 1]
Stinky stinky chinky
Teen in my hand I went blank from not blinkin'
A beam on the forty, can you blame me for not thinkin'?
Mind gone, this is my throne
Forty pointers in the watch, I can't tell time wrong
Pourin' fives in the soda, bitch my mind gone
Yeah you fly but we in a different timezone
Hittin' gates in Margielas is what I'm on
That Freddy Krueger strangle Judas with a python, I'm that rude
Boosie fade like I came from Baton Rouge, that too
Ten chains on, bitch my neck hurt, that cool
Shanaynay, Shanaynay, I'm 'bout to show you what this MAC do
Sheesh, all I wanted was the bankroll
Rob me, that's somethin' that you ain't doin'
Yeah you got a pint of Hi-Tech but it's Akorn, beat it
And shit fuck all the homies if I could leave it up to Beaver
I put Buddha on my neck, I tried to leave it up to Jesus
Traphouse jumpin', you peep the snotty nosed kids in here
Drakeo the Ruler, call me mister sneak an F&N
Hoes say I'm heaven sent, I'm dope, I'm the man man, ugh
[Chorus]
Tired of bein' calm
Man you niggas too old to be playin', you'll get hung
Come on bro, stop playin', yeah I'm the rapper with the gun
We aim for head then shoulders, you niggas know you better run
Now please don't take this personal, I'm just a nigga havin' fun
Stinky stinky chinky
Teen in my hand I went blank from not blinkin'
A beam on the forty, can you blame me for not thinkin'?
Mind gone, this is my throne
Forty pointers in the watch, I can't tell time wrong
Pourin' fives in the soda, bitch my mind gone
Yeah you fly but we in a different timezone
Hittin' gates in Margielas is what I'm on
That Freddy Krueger strangle Judas with a python, I'm that rude
Boosie fade like I came from Baton Rouge, that too
Ten chains on, bitch my neck hurt, that cool
Shanaynay, Shanaynay, I'm 'bout to show you what this MAC do
Sheesh, all I wanted was the bankroll
Rob me, that's somethin' that you ain't doin'
Yeah you got a pint of Hi-Tech but it's Akorn, beat it
And shit fuck all the homies if I could leave it up to Beaver
I put Buddha on my neck, I tried to leave it up to Jesus
Traphouse jumpin', you peep the snotty nosed kids in here
Drakeo the Ruler, call me mister sneak an F&N
Hoes say I'm heaven sent, I'm dope, I'm the man man, ugh
[Chorus]
Tired of bein' calm
Man you niggas too old to be playin', you'll get hung
Come on bro, stop playin', yeah I'm the rapper with the gun
We aim for head then shoulders, you niggas know you better run
Now please don't take this personal, I'm just a nigga havin' fun
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