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Drakeo The Ruler – Hood Trophy Lyrics

Dead We not with the social media shit, what I say is a catalogue of caskets, pick and choose. All that nigga, ten chains on me like my neck hurt like boy I hope my jewelry is a pound type shit, like, you know what I’m talkin’ ’bout? F&N’s, and Dracos and all that, before niggas even knew what Dracos was, before these niggas was screaming my name in all they raps and all that. Tell these niggas stop sneak dissing me. f**kin’ Mosley, that’s a fact, niggas know me
[Outro]
See it’s like, we sippin’ mud and all that. This a hood trophy, we got Act and all that. it’s crazy, hood trophy. f**kin’ Mosley, that’s a fact, niggas know me
A bust down (hood trophies), say my name (hood trophies)
In the coupe (hood trophies), F&N’s (hood trophies)
We got Act (hood trophies), check my stats (hood trophies)
Mr. But I’m free, yeah. f**kin’ Mosley
Watch how you approach and we ain’t finna beef on social
The media won’t know if you gon’ breathe again, the demon’s head
Walkin’ with the Neimans bag, that’s where I keep my secrets at
It’s hotter than hell’s kitchen, Longstocking when I’m whippin’
I got kamikaze visions, on the block where it’s relentless
These niggas choosin’ when they picking, I refuse to be that nigga
Double cup, sippin’ mud, dodging school and detention
Stinc Team, got my whiskers, in the public I’m a figure
Budweiser, got the brewski, I’ma shoot it ’til it’s empty
Broke bitches I won’t pity, Bin Laden, I need plenty
They all big banc uchies a nigga gettin’
[Chorus]
A bust down (hood trophies), say my name (hood trophies)
In the coupe (hood trophies), F&N’s (hood trophies)
We got Act (hood trophies), check my stats (hood trophies)
Mr. You already know I done did that, I done had the coupe, steal your coupes, all that. f**kin’ Mosley, that’s a fact, niggas know me
A bust down (hood trophies), say my name (hood trophies)
In the coupe (hood trophies), F&N’s (hood trophies)
We got Act (hood trophies), check my stats (hood trophies)
Mr. [Verse 1]
I like this type of shit, perkies no Vicodins
Gone out my mind again
Bambino out flockin’ in the coupe, he like the ISIS head
Mister don’t blind me, serve sorry but I’m kind of slurring, The Ruler
I do this often
Don’t sneak diss me nigga, you’ll be married to a coffin
Came from Bally Total Fitness, you would think I went jogging
I’m all about my offer, man these niggas just jawsing
[Chorus]
A bust down (hood trophies), say my name (hood trophies)
In the coupe (hood trophies), F&N’s (hood trophies)
We got Act (hood trophies), check my stats (hood trophies)
Mr. f**kin’ Mosley, that’s a fact, niggas know me
[Verse 2]
Yes indeed these niggas know me, Mr. Bust down Rollie, that’s for sure a hood trophy.

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Drakeo The Ruler – Out The Slums Lyrics (feat. 03 Greedo)

Coupe abuser, don’t you see all these guns? Up in Bally Total Fitness where I make all my runs
Cold Devil, draggin’ minks on the floor
Ain’t nobody finna book me, ask these niggas, yeah they know
Get you whacked for these goodies and this Gladback on the floor
Yeah mister f**king Mose, pay attention to my quotes
I’m a menace, ask Dennis, man I’m sinister with arms
Brains missing in the orange, tryna get these lucky charms
Call of duty, yeah it’s war, black opps on the floor
Drinking pints when I’m scorched, man these niggas know the score
How I pull up, have to blame Bin Laden for the Porsche
Drinking pints when I’m scorched, man these niggas know the score
How I pull up had to blame Bin Laden for the Porsche, the Ruler
[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
In Cavalli but I came out the slums
On Rodeo but I still got my drum
Thought I had life until I posted a dub
Man tell these niggas I’m as real as they come
In Cavalli but I came out the slums
On Rodeo but I still got my drum
Thought I had life until I posted a dub
Man tell these niggas I’m as real as they come
[Outro: Drakeo the Ruler]
This shit, nigga, crazy, you know what the f**k it is nigga
Back on that shit nigga, yeah niggas thought I had life
Niggas wouldn’t f**k with a nigga and all that
Haha nigga, what the f**k is you talkin’ ’bout nigga
Check the scoreboard nigga, haha
Anyway, nigga
I’m a sore winner nigga
Like when I leave I take the scoreboard with me [Verse 1: Drakeo the Ruler]
Lord, keep me away from these bums
Nick Cannon, rapping all out my drum
Ayy bitch, ain’t no up next, I’m the one
2-2-3 shells all on my rug
In Cavalli but I came out the slums
This swamp water that I mixed with my mud
Fat daddies like I’m Ralfy the Plug
But it’s the Ruler, f**k with me, gon’ get slumped
[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
In Cavalli but I came out the slums
On Rodeo but I still got my drum
Thought I had life until I posted a dub
Man tell these niggas I’m as real as they come
In Cavalli but I came out the slums
On Rodeo but I still got my drum
Thought I had life until I posted a dub
Man tell these niggas I’m as real as they come
[Verse 2: 03 Greedo]
White girl my princess, perfume smell like nail polish
Sell product, bailed out two times on one case and we still mobbin’
Heard that we seamless but guarantee won’t tell ’bout it
Play games with this TEC and I’ma spit a couple shells out it
Nintendo Switch on this handheld
Mario Kart, watch the tail slide out
Brand new foreign car bought with my advance
Thinking you can see us, take another glance
I wear PP with Buscemi, treat that shit like Vans
My nigga Ralfy kickin’ shit, board in his hands
Skateboard P with the grams
Diamond tester make Neptune sounds
Milkshake like Kelis how they dance
Leave that bitch in the field was the plan
Bowlegged with the three point stance
Bitch I’m a beast, yes I am
It’s the wolf with the lamb chop
Now watch a ghost on your stage, stuck again
Here I am, here I am
[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
In Cavalli but I came out the slums
On Rodeo but I still got my drum
Thought I had life until I posted a dub
Man tell these niggas I’m as real as they come
In Cavalli but I came out the slums
On Rodeo but I still got my drum
Thought I had life until I posted a dub
Man tell these niggas I’m as real as they come
[Verse 3: Drakeo the Ruler]
Just hopped off IMO in my thug
They like Drakeo man you back on that bull
Duh bitch, don’t you see all this mud?