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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 – Roll Bounce Lyrics

Nickname me Mr. [Chorus]
You goofy ass niggas better show me my respect
I’m dranking on this yellow ’cause I ran out of the Tech
A nigga want my jewelry, it’s okay, I got a TEC
It’s roll bounce on my neck, roll bounce on my neck bitch
Roll bounce on my neck bitch
You pussy ass niggas better show me my respect
I’m dranking on this yellow ’cause I ran out of the Tech
A nigga want my jewelry, it’s okay, I got a TEC
It’s roll bounce on my neck, roll bounce on my neck bitch
Roll bounce on my neck bitch
[Verse 1]
Listen lil nigga, life is like a game of chess
It’s Pippi Longstocking and it’s in the F&N
Benjamin Franklin ain’t never been your friends
We standing on the table, you can tell who got the bands
A flu flamming nigga, I ain’t never been a scammer
I rock out in Givenchy when i’m playing heavy metal
Off a five and a perc, got me dancing with the devil
Want the demon, get the shovel, you be lyin’ to these cameras
Tag Rolex with the forces, you on fake lean busters
My next seat walking, you’ll be dead, keep talking
Niggas in these bets, it’s a mystery to find ’em
I’m flu flamming diamonds, got ’em from another climate
[Chorus]
You goofy ass niggas better show me my respect
I’m dranking on this yellow ’cause I ran out of the Tech
A nigga want my jewelry, it’s okay, I got a TEC
It’s roll bounce on my neck, roll bounce on my neck bitch
Roll bounce on my neck bitch
[Verse 2]
Let me know somethin’, I ain’t playing
Step up in the function, damn this lighting is amazing
Scuff marks on my shoes, I’m flu flamming in these Maisons
I told her, “If you love me, baby, show me with a payment”
Two milli on my views, I freestyled on “Impatient”
That’s Drakeo and the Stinc Team, god they’re amazing
Need cash money baby, I’m codeine crazy
Niggas wanna play, brains plastered on the pavement
Attention ain’t here, well this is history in the making
Talking igloos on my neck when I’m skating
A blizzard on my neck, damn baby can you take it? I told her, roll bounce on my neck bitch Maison, damn
[Chorus]
You goofy ass niggas better show me my respect
I’m dranking on this yellow ’cause I ran out of the Tech
A nigga want my jewelry, it’s okay, I got a TEC
It’s roll bounce on my neck, roll bounce on my neck bitch
Roll bounce on my neck bitch
Pussy ass niggas better show me my respect
I’m dranking on this yellow ’cause I ran out of the Tech
A nigga want my jewelry, it’s okay, I got a TEC
It’s roll bounce on my neck, roll bounce on my neck bitch
It’s roll bounce on my neck bitch
[Outro]
Nigga all this shit regular
I been doin’ this like, nigga it been like
Disco balls, diamonds dancing and all that nigga
I’m talkin’ about, like roller skating, like rollllllll, bounce
Know what I’m talkin’ about
Like damn baby, I’m like turn that LED light off
Like that motherf**ker was just
Boom ba, boom ba ba ba, foo flam, fo flam, oh ooh, ooh bam
You hear me?

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Drakeo The Ruler – Ugh Lyrics

That chopper make him go ugh
Ugh, yeah ugh
That chopper make him go ugh
Nigga I’m a bully breaker
Who the f**k, he think he Suge? That chopper make him go ugh
[Verse 2]
Ugh, yeah ugh
Pull out that chopper, all of a sudden he Meagan Good
Now what’s happenin’, man these niggas just rappin’
Know that six-fifty with the fender bender get to smackin’
Know I’m reckless, the Stinc Team with the extras
Had to bye-bye blade ’em until these niggas get the message
Stinky chinky, just put me in another minky
Damn near broke my wrist, you niggas know my shit blingin’
What you sayin’? man these niggas just playin’
Hog tie Moses’ cousin and my niggas ain’t playing
Revelations, the end times is what I’m thinkin’
‘Cause Drakeo’ll leave you brainless, ugh
[Chorus]
Ugh, yeah ugh
That chopper make him go ugh
Nigga I’m a bully breaker
Who the f**k, he think he Suge? That chopper make him go ugh
Ugh, yeah ugh
That chopper make him go ugh
Nigga I’m a bully breaker
Who the f**k, he think he Suge? That chopper make him go ugh
[Outro]
Ugh, you know what time it is nigga
This number two right? [Intro]
They like Drakeo you a fool, what the f**k you need them stockings for? Keep the heavy metal just in case I gotta rock and roll, pussy
I’m not with all that poppin’
‘Cause F&N will turn them Timbers into some moccasins
[Chorus]
Ugh, yeah ugh
That chopper make him go ugh
Nigga I’m a bully breaker
Who the f**k, he think he Suge? That chopper make him go ugh
Ugh, yeah ugh
That chopper make him go ugh
Nigga I’m a bully breaker
Who the f**k, he think he Suge? That chopper make him go ugh
[Verse 1]
Ugh, yeah ugh
That chopper make him go ugh
Nigga I’m a bully breaker
Who the f**k, he think he Suge? shit nigga, sheesh
I guess it’s me huh
Niggas actin’ like yeah, like shit I’m not gon’ black or somethin’ nigga
Stop playin’, this number two, ugh Mosely, tell these niggas stop posin’
‘Bout to turn me to the old me
Shit I don’t think they want that
I’ll start shootin’ where your dome at
Grimy, shiesty, niggas wonderin’ where the chrome at
Go ‘head, nah bitch I ain’t your broham
Brewsky tucked just in case I got to blow hams
Niggas actin’ crazy with that petty ass four bands
My niggas will fold ’em, on beats I’m Hulk Hogan
[Chorus]
Ugh, yeah ugh
That chopper make him go ugh
Nigga I’m a bully breaker
Who the f**k, he think he Suge? When shit start flippin’ cars then I guess it’s understood
Mr.

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Drakeo The Ruler – Condone It Lyrics (feat. G2)

I mean I’m gangster, but you should already notice
Nickname me the deep freezer ’cause my outfit the coldest
Don’t try to clone it, shit I wouldn’t condone it
We hit the strip thirty thick and start tossin’ up boulders
[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
Don’t try to clone us, I don’t condone it
We up out tossin’ boulders, we could do this ’til the morning
Just to see who money longer, but shit I really don’t condone it
Please don’t try to clone us, I don’t condone it
We up out tossin’ boulders, we could do this ’til the morning
Just to see who money longer, but shit I really don’t condone it
Please don’t try this at home, I don’t condone it
Please don’t try this at home, I don’t condone it
[Verse 2: GMG G2]
Since fifteen I been ridin’ around gettin’ it
Lookin’ up to the druglords, gettin’ letters from prisoners
Focused, I’m on a mission, I’m only chasing these benjis
These niggas, they can’t offend me, don’t care if niggas befriend me
My nigga I need a milly, got dreams of rollin’ in Bentleys
That forty bulging on Timmy, I’m shootin’ it ’til it’s empty
Them shots is louder than hemis, I’m hungry, I’m eatin’ Benis
See Timmy with 2 Greedy, I need it, I’m too needy
Blue benjis at new Chilis, stop hatin’, the crew with me
Try somethin’, got tools with me, I’m smokin’, got kush on me
I’m smellin’ like kush only, don’t need it but lean on me
I’m pourin’ the fours only, yeah please don’t try to
[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
Don’t try to clone us, I don’t condone it
We up out tossin’ boulders, we could do this ’til the morning
Just to see who money longer, but shit I really don’t condone it
Please don’t try to clone us, I don’t condone it
We up out tossin’ boulders, we could do this ’til the morning
Just to see who money longer, but shit I really don’t condone it
Please don’t try this at home, I don’t condone it
Please don’t try this at home, I don’t condone it [Verse 1: Drakeo the Ruler]
Talkin’ to God but yet the devil in the red
Drink so hard it’s kinda hard to steer the wheel
Bitch chill, I know they’re behind me
I hang my wrist out the window, shit it just might blind ’em
Goin’ ninety, but we be goin’ to sixty
I threw the bitch in sports mode to get me out in a jiffy
So specific, they like Drakeo a menace
The head bobber, shit the Stinc Team has entered the building
Too poured, they say I’m out of control
This pointer cost thirty and it ain’t even gold
Don’t talk bold, ’cause you know billy be trippin’
And did I mention Maison Jeter just entered the building?

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Drakeo The Ruler – Eye Busser Lyrics (feat. Yatta)

[Verse 1: Drakeo the Ruler]
Ugh, bitch we back up on that shit again
Don’t run up on the Stinc Team, somebody gon’ get hit again
Drakeo what that mean, I’m with all eye bussers
My young nigga wildin’, he got all eye bussers
Shit, I’m a lunatic
Don’t snake me out my dough, we got long ropes for Judases
Who is this, Drakeo the Ruler be on some stupid shit
I told niggas the seven-eighteen look like I broke my wrist
Go against the word, my niggas gon’ duct tape you
Shoot him in his face, he ain’t gotta be pump faking
This nigga blood on my shoes, name these the Freddy Krueger Maisons
Got all these bald head Caillous, shit I would’ve named ’em Jason
Niggas tellin’ and singin’, I thought I met Aretha Franklin
The police at my door, I said you gotta be playin’
Ugh, I guess niggas ain’t playin’ fair
Lookin’ up to God like please don’t let ’em find that K in there
Enrolled in school, I’m like I might just be stayin’ here
Just get down and lay down, you know my niggas stain kids, ugh
[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
Man you niggas all busters
Please don’t run up on the team, I’m with all eye bussers
My young nigga nineteen, he got all eye bussers
A twenty-piece in the air, we call that an eye busser
Cut all that tough guy shit, nigga we know that you a buster
Please don’t run up on the team, I’m with all eye bussers
My young nigga nineteen, he got all eye bussers
A twenty-piece in the air, we call that an eye busser
Cut all that tough guy shit, nigga we know that you a buster
[Verse 2: Yatta]
You’s a buster, what you actin’ tough for bozo? Let the fifth blow, dump the pistol then switch clothes
Glock-23, see through drum look like a fishbowl
I hear these rappers rappin’, they actin’ like they sick though
Pull up on his ass with that MAC, watch him bitch up
Went to LA get the plug on the drugs, freeway big bows
In the club, fifty thugs and we finna turn this bitch up
[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
Man you niggas all busters
Please don’t run up on the team, I’m with all eye bussers
My young nigga nineteen, he got all eye bussers
A twenty-piece in the air, we call that an eye busser
Cut all that tough guy shit, nigga we know that you a buster
Please don’t run up on the team, I’m with all eye bussers
My young nigga nineteen, he got all eye bussers
A twenty-piece in the air, we call that an eye busser
Cut all that tough guy shit, nigga we know that you a buster Say my name in a diss song, get JoJo’d
The draco got a heat sensor, call it po-po
You wanna hold some bucks, hit my nuts bitch, hold those
Bitches by the bus load, drugs by the boatload
See an opp, duck four, watch him drop, buck more
My brother damn near tipped on the lick, I was stuck though
It’s good he doubled back ’cause if he didn’t I would’ve tucked on him
Kick doors, yeah them kick doors got my wrist froze
You wanna flick bro, nigga ain’t that what your bitch for?