Drakeo The Ruler - 300 Raccs lyrics
[Drakeo The Ruler - 300 Raccs lyrics]
Grab the suit and tie, had to do it to 'em
I ain't giving all my time to a goofy nigga
Drop a hundred K on a loser nigga (Laudiano)
The first nigga send a mug, I'ma crucify him
When you with the team, know it's do or die
Hope you keep that same energy
When it's you and I
Water on my neck, I went scuba diving
This nina fucking everybody
Put the coochie on 'em
Kamikaze thoughts, but the doors are suicidal
If Rami did your pieces
Why you always gotta ask sizing?
Don't got the same check, when I flex
I remind niggas
Back up off my jewelry, it'll blind niggas
I'm different
If we hooping, shit get stupid, is you high
Nigga? Pull up at a nigga
School and Columbinе niggas
Shooters in the cut with the shy glizzy
Thе MAC's supersized
A nigga up and fried 'em
I'm buddies with Tom, I need my space
Find me boosting up the crime
Rate if crime pays
The last nigga lost his head
Talking 'bout I'm gay
Shots fired, hitting hard as Bombay
These streets, I got the key to, nigga, santé
My flu flammer niggas know my feng shui
Double Ds on the chop, shit get naughty
Put the beam on a nigga, ask Scotty
Here, put this bag in your stomach, nigga
Potty 223 shells, ain't carrying no shotty
Got Shanaynay in the whip, she's a hottie
Bitch, I'm Drakeo, I am not no role model
I'm hot headed can a dog get a bone? Pippi
Long made him drop dead
I ain't even finna play with a stock clip
Catch me beating on his head
With these chop rounds he tried to eat a two
Piece and got knocked down
Heard my presence in the room
Make the spot hot
I ain't worried 'bout these niggas
I got my chop
Foreigns on the corner, bitch, this my block
Confirmed kills
We ain't sending out no pop shots
Couple mops in the car, I'm with the shotters
If you go against the team, you don dada
Talk beef, we gon' turn it into lobster
Ruth's Chris, I just caught another body
I'm partying with lil' Meech, we at Papi's
That's the mob, bitch, I feel like John Gotti
All I need is Ben Franklin aside me
Bruce Lee kicks, this chopper know karate
Work him out, nigga should've knew Pilates
You's a bitch and them niggas you with caca
Two chains on, I'm finna start a riot
Get the uchies, now my Insta' going private
Never speak on what you really do in private
Any nigga can get touched with the Midas
From California, in my city, I'm an icon
Los Scandalous, I grew up with the pythons
I get dough, I be kicking it with Tyquan
He portraying he a killer 'cause his mic on
Bygones be bygones, I'm not that guy
I can't be that high, gold bottles
Baptize 'em niggas get wrapped for me
F&Ns and MACs on me
Do I even gotta say three
Hundred racks by me?
Niggas get wrapped for me
F&Ns and MACs on me
Do I even gotta say three
Hundred racks on me? Ugh
Shit, you know the truth
I ain't giving all my time to a goofy nigga
Drop a hundred K on a loser nigga (Laudiano)
The first nigga send a mug, I'ma crucify him
When you with the team, know it's do or die
Hope you keep that same energy
When it's you and I
Water on my neck, I went scuba diving
This nina fucking everybody
Put the coochie on 'em
Kamikaze thoughts, but the doors are suicidal
If Rami did your pieces
Why you always gotta ask sizing?
Don't got the same check, when I flex
I remind niggas
Back up off my jewelry, it'll blind niggas
I'm different
If we hooping, shit get stupid, is you high
Nigga? Pull up at a nigga
School and Columbinе niggas
Shooters in the cut with the shy glizzy
Thе MAC's supersized
A nigga up and fried 'em
I'm buddies with Tom, I need my space
Find me boosting up the crime
Rate if crime pays
The last nigga lost his head
Talking 'bout I'm gay
Shots fired, hitting hard as Bombay
These streets, I got the key to, nigga, santé
My flu flammer niggas know my feng shui
Double Ds on the chop, shit get naughty
Put the beam on a nigga, ask Scotty
Here, put this bag in your stomach, nigga
Potty 223 shells, ain't carrying no shotty
Got Shanaynay in the whip, she's a hottie
Bitch, I'm Drakeo, I am not no role model
I'm hot headed can a dog get a bone? Pippi
Long made him drop dead
I ain't even finna play with a stock clip
Catch me beating on his head
With these chop rounds he tried to eat a two
Piece and got knocked down
Heard my presence in the room
Make the spot hot
I ain't worried 'bout these niggas
I got my chop
Foreigns on the corner, bitch, this my block
Confirmed kills
We ain't sending out no pop shots
Couple mops in the car, I'm with the shotters
If you go against the team, you don dada
Talk beef, we gon' turn it into lobster
Ruth's Chris, I just caught another body
I'm partying with lil' Meech, we at Papi's
That's the mob, bitch, I feel like John Gotti
All I need is Ben Franklin aside me
Bruce Lee kicks, this chopper know karate
Work him out, nigga should've knew Pilates
You's a bitch and them niggas you with caca
Two chains on, I'm finna start a riot
Get the uchies, now my Insta' going private
Never speak on what you really do in private
Any nigga can get touched with the Midas
From California, in my city, I'm an icon
Los Scandalous, I grew up with the pythons
I get dough, I be kicking it with Tyquan
He portraying he a killer 'cause his mic on
Bygones be bygones, I'm not that guy
I can't be that high, gold bottles
Baptize 'em niggas get wrapped for me
F&Ns and MACs on me
Do I even gotta say three
Hundred racks by me?
Niggas get wrapped for me
F&Ns and MACs on me
Do I even gotta say three
Hundred racks on me? Ugh
Shit, you know the truth