Drakeo The Ruler, Grindhard E, Young Slo-Be - Idk Why lyrics

If it's beef on the plate
You’ll get chipped like a bowl of nachos
A hundred shots and the next
One's with Johnny Bravo
Long convos with Ben Frank and Miley Cyrus
Both of my wrists, bitch
Will blind every one inside here
Sticks with high beams
I promise you don't wanna fight me
Put his head in a box like he on an IP
A movie, Spike Lee, a pizza party
Peter Piper (RONRON do that shit)
Call your girlfriend, she cheating on you
(Duse making slaps, trick)
Shit, we laughing at ’em
All my opps need bags to use the restroom
Wayne Gretzky
The ice on me and lethal weapons
Moves from Tekken
Want a Ryu kicker, Jet Li, Hadouken
Stupid chop, it ain't past school yet
My opps finally come outside
We should pass through there
Heard little Pooh Bear got metal
Rides and dirty screws stupid Ru' really
A bitch can't get a Happy Meal from me
Jack and Jill callin'
That's the pills callin'

I don't know why these pussy niggas
Think it’s sweet with me
I don’t know why you even
Call yourself competin' with me
I don’t know why they keep mistakin'
Me for Mr t and shit he's a clown
But we turned him to a Cheeto man today
I don't know why you pussy niggas
Think it’s sweet with me
I don't know why you even
Call yourself competin' with me
I don't know why you keep mistakin'
Me for Mr t and shit he's a clown
But we turned him to a Cheeto man today
Shit, I don't know why they keep mistakin'
Me for Mr t and shit, shit
He's a clown, but we turned him to
A Cheeto man today, for real, nigga
I don't know why these pussy niggas
Think it's sweet with me, it's not
Shit, I don't know why you even
Call yourself competin' with me, nigga
(GrindHard)

Muddy ass pop, I'm drinking Tris today
I just made twenty K, I'm feeling rich today
The way I'm feelin'
I might take a nigga bitch today hood nigga
I just made a sale at a Chick-fil-A
On country time
Ain't a roll I made was minute made
Auntie called, I asked her
"Please, please, please
Can you save the drank?"
Fiend textin', "Please hurry up
" I still make him wait
Passin' out testers to the fiends
Givin' tenths away
Can't believe that I've seen some opps
I let 'em get away
Came to Cali, Flint too hot, I came to LA
I had to get away
I ain't bring none of my niggas with me
It's just me and bae
I don't know who be in bullshit more
It's between Twin and Tay
When I go to slide, I don't
Know which one to grab, i always hesitate
Glock, FN, PLR, or I should I grab the K?
It don't matter which one I grab
'cause they gon' die anyway
A two, four, a six, or should I pour a eight?
Wock', Pai, Hi Tech, Tris, and Morton Grove
I love all the drank
Can't figure if the love real
Or is it really fake
Should I stash my money in the safe
Or should I play the bank? Fuck it
I'ma leave the crib with no money
And see what I make
Put a deuce of Pai in the twenty
Ounce Sprite and let it dissipate

Some advice, if you in the trap
And got that bitch on you
Keep it off of safety

I don't know why these pussy niggas
Think it's sweet with me
I don't know why you even
Call yourself competin' with me
I don't know why they keep mistakin'
Me for Mr t and shit he's a clown
But we turned him to a Cheeto man today
I don't know why you pussy niggas
Think it's sweet with me
I don't know why you even
Call yourself competin' with me
I don't know why you keep mistakin'
Me for Mr t and shit he's a clown
But we turned him to a Cheeto man today
Shit, I don't know why they keep mistakin'
Me for Mr t and shit, shit
He's a clown, but we turned him to
A Cheeto man today, for real, nigga
I don't know why these pussy niggas
Think it's sweet with me, it's not
Shit, I don't know why you even
Call yourself competin' with me, nigga

Ayy (That's the gang)
Why the fuck you call yourself
Tryna compete with me, nigga?
(Competing with me, nigga)
Heard his ass tryna fight
Forty beatin' on a nigga
I just left 21 to get
Some green for my sister
Cuddie gotta appeal a life sentence
Blood gotta fight the system
(Free the thugs)
Ayy, ayy, boy, this a new chop
A leg shot? Tryna hit your melon
Watch your rooftop
Put a switch on that 22, now it's a new Glock
Damn, it's gon' go off
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout a sucker, boy
We pop it off (We'll pop it off)
Ayy, ayy, bitch, take your panties off
(Take your panties off)
Nigga, we'll keep spinnin' 'round this bitch
'til we take you off
Lil' cuddie, I'm getting dizzy
With this chop, nigga, you actin' soft
Ayy, ayy, bitch, what's the program?
(What's the program?)
Nigga, I'm from Nightingale
I don't know them (I don't know them)
Oowee, I ain't trippin', we got the poles in
(Ayy) got thirty, but you can hold ten
Ayy, ayy, bitch, what's the program?
(What's the program?)
Nigga, I'm from Nightingale
I don't know them (I don't know them)
Oowee, I ain't trippin', we got the poles in
(Ayy) got thirty, but you can hold ten
Why the fuck you call yourself
Tryna compete with me, nigga?
(Competing with me, nigga)
Heard his ass tryna fight
Forty beatin' on a nigga
I just left 21 to get
Some green for my sister
Cuddie gotta appeal a life sentence
Blood gotta fight the system
(Free the thugs, nigga)

I don't know why you pussy niggas
Think it's sweet with me
I don't know why you even
Call yourself competin' with me
I don't know why you keep mistakin'
Me for Mr t and shit he's a clown
But we turned him to a Cheeto man today
Shit, I don't know why they keep mistakin'
Me for Mr t and shit, shit
He's a clown, but we turned him to
A Cheeto man today, for real, nigga
I don't know why these pussy niggas
Think it's sweet with me, it's not
Shit, I don't know why you even
Call yourself competin' with me, nigga