Drakeo The Ruler, Ralfy the Plug - Bootleg Kev Freestyle lyrics
[Drakeo The Ruler, Ralfy the Plug - Bootleg Kev Freestyle lyrics]
Here this nigga go with
This police shit again
All headshots, why you RIP my friend?
(Thank You Fizzle) never talk to strangers
I was taught that as a kid
(Smoov, what's good, baby?)
And even if the score even, nigga
I'ma always win who brought this nigga in?
Wearing Jordans, miked up like MJ
Shells left him dancing in the mirror like MJ
This chop got a black belt, RIP sensei
Pussy nigga, you are not a threat
I knew the nigga wasn't on shit
When he shot a text
Bro, it was simply for the Gram
I thought that if I dissed you
It'd get me some more fans
Boy, I'm truly sorry, why you RIP my friend?
Better luck next timе but don't
Try that shit again
Look, first off, that never evеn happened
That shit you talking 'bout
Really sounds like entrapment
That'd never happen even if I'm off a batman
Another reason I'ma end this
Song and stop rapping, stop capping
Bitch
I been doing this shit these
Lil' niggas dream about
I popped a Perc, now I feel like Jesus now
F&N bullets knocking all my demons down
Fuselage, flying with the eagles now
Neiman Marcus shopping
I just spent a couple thousand
My wrist look like I could've
Bought a house with it
Your bitch look astonished 'cause she
See my whole neck glistening
Neck from England, bitch
I put a whole pound on it
Keep the snakes from 'round me
Don't have Judases around, nigga
Smoking on za, we don't do the Black & Mild
Nigga play me like I'm sweet 'cause I'm up
We gon' down niggas
I'm really tired of all these
Goof troops and clown niggas
Just because I got head by your bitch
Don't let that bother you
I don't know why you hit the bitch, she was
You can't come around gang and 'em
'cause we don't tolerate Judases
And I'm, ha, type shit
This police shit again
All headshots, why you RIP my friend?
(Thank You Fizzle) never talk to strangers
I was taught that as a kid
(Smoov, what's good, baby?)
And even if the score even, nigga
I'ma always win who brought this nigga in?
Wearing Jordans, miked up like MJ
Shells left him dancing in the mirror like MJ
This chop got a black belt, RIP sensei
Pussy nigga, you are not a threat
I knew the nigga wasn't on shit
When he shot a text
Bro, it was simply for the Gram
I thought that if I dissed you
It'd get me some more fans
Boy, I'm truly sorry, why you RIP my friend?
Better luck next timе but don't
Try that shit again
Look, first off, that never evеn happened
That shit you talking 'bout
Really sounds like entrapment
That'd never happen even if I'm off a batman
Another reason I'ma end this
Song and stop rapping, stop capping
Bitch
I been doing this shit these
Lil' niggas dream about
I popped a Perc, now I feel like Jesus now
F&N bullets knocking all my demons down
Fuselage, flying with the eagles now
Neiman Marcus shopping
I just spent a couple thousand
My wrist look like I could've
Bought a house with it
Your bitch look astonished 'cause she
See my whole neck glistening
Neck from England, bitch
I put a whole pound on it
Keep the snakes from 'round me
Don't have Judases around, nigga
Smoking on za, we don't do the Black & Mild
Nigga play me like I'm sweet 'cause I'm up
We gon' down niggas
I'm really tired of all these
Goof troops and clown niggas
Just because I got head by your bitch
Don't let that bother you
I don't know why you hit the bitch, she was
You can't come around gang and 'em
'cause we don't tolerate Judases
And I'm, ha, type shit