Drakeo The Ruler, Yatta - Fuck Being Humble lyrics

Pop goes the weasel, we in another kick door
If anybody hungry
Brains all on your french toast
Seen Maylene choosin' when she see
How my wrist broke
Send two-two-threes at his heart
For thinking he Kimbo
Tying my Christian Loubs
I think I see the Jimbos
Mr mosely, everybody know I get dough
Announce yourself before you claiming
That we kinfolk
It's Presidents Day every time I
Let my wrist show when aiming the beam
Only time I let some shit go
Drakeo keep acting up
Know I gotta let that shit show
Catastrophes, tragically
Every time I write a hit song
Your majesty, clap for me
Got the Tommy when I sit down
Toe tagger, the AMG a 4Matic
You can die in these streets
Ain't no time for romancing
Mud walking in Neimans
Niggas thinking I'm slow dancing
Twenty strip in the air
Have to cover the pole dancers
That's just me, back for the fee, I'm on it
Clapping the heat
These rats in the streets get slaughtered
Talk blasphemy to me
You making the news in the morning
We joking and laughing
Your mom and your pappy they mourning
Know the time of death but we
Gon' leave that to the coroner
Donor, these contractors need dough, Homer
Bambino what you call that?
I think four goners wanna catch up with me
You need at least four blowers

I can be humble when I'm forty
These old niggas wanna rap beef with me
Ain't you 'bout forty?
These niggas goin' in they
Stash sayin' fuck it, and threw bout forty
Niggas sniffing China white and swear
They thinkin' they Tony
See I'ma let the world know I
Can be humble when I'm forty

Ayy buster, nerd, pipsqueak
What I look like tucking this jewelry
This neckpiece? Might as well turn Buddhist
How the fuck Budda blessed me
Bitch bring me ten bands tryna impress me
Nigga i'll be humble when I'm forty
Your diamonds cloudy, your watch tick
That ain't no Rollie
FN's, got twenty, Manu Ginobili
Her best friend
Eat her out while she throat me
I hear the bark
Where the bite nigga? show me
Yatta this, Yatta that, nigga blow me
Fuck a bitch, all I need is hunduns
Dick sucking, cheerleading nigga
Where your pompoms?
Backwood blue, cookie burner
Keep your pump pumped
If this Rollie worth your life
Come try dumb dumb drakeo got a drum
Some shit you can't run from
XD, red beam, this is not a stun gun

I can be humble when I'm forty
These old niggas wanna rap beef with me
Ain't you 'bout forty?
These niggas goin' in they
Stash sayin' fuck it, and threw bout forty
Niggas sniffing China white and swear
They thinkin' they Tony
See I'ma let the world know I
Can be humble when I'm forty when I'm forty
See I'ma let the world know I
Can be humble when I'm forty