[Verse 1: Drakeo the Ruler]
Hit him with the forty ounce bounce, made his shoulder lean
If you carryin' a Hi-Point, you cannot roll with me
Pull up in a coupe, my bitch bad, she supposed to be
Slapped a nigga I know ten years, he was close to me
Any nigga falsifyin' statements, I'ma total him
They gon' put you on a milk carton and a poster, too
Cannon on my hip at all times, it's a photo shoot (Low the Great)
Pull up in a coupe, my bitch bad, she supposed to be (Thank you, Fizzle)
Pull up in a coupe, my bitch bad, she supposed to be
Lookin' at my wrist and it's sayin' what it's supposed to say
They gon' put you on a milk carton and a poster, too
Cannon on my hip at all times, it's a photo shoot
Pull up in a coupe, my bitch bad, she supposed to be
Lookin' at my wrist and it's sayin' what it's supposed to say
They gon' put you on a milk carton and a poster, too
Cannon on my hip at all times, it's a photo shoot

[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
First off, you a bitch, nigga
You a bum, how you take care of your kids, nigga?
Where I'm from, was told to get it how I live, nigga
Every rap you ever told was a fib, nigga
How you a killa but you never been to jail, nigga?
The DP means I didn't have no bail, nigga
To sign me, I'ma need a couple mill', nigga
Fuck 6ix9ine, and any nigga deal with him
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