Drakeo The Ruler - Fights Don’t Matter lyrics
[Drakeo The Ruler - Fights Don’t Matter lyrics]
I looked at my wrist two
Times and caught pneumonia
I hopped out the coupe with Nina Ross
She is a smoker
If you never had a shootout at the club
Pass my blower (Smoov, what's good, baby?)
I just beat a nigga with
A Neiman Marcus store bag (Thank You Fizzle)
Walking on water, critics say that I'm icy
Saweetie i just made him drop it like
It's hot with a micro me
Niggas starin' at me like we cool
I'm not your friend
The plug told me seventeen a piece
I started Paisa dancin'
Mister big bank uchie face
Can I hit your cup? She got
Hit with the stupid face
This was back in my Gucci days
I turned to Jet Li and got
Blood on my Boosie fade
Niggas sneak dissin' every day
Let the micro answer
Tell this nigga BM stop textin'
I might go blamp her
Brought the whole hood, Instagram us
Couldn't find no manners
I'ma give him thirty-three shots
'cause fights don't matter, shit
Tell this nigga BM stop textin'
I might go blamp her, nigga
I'ma give him thirty-three shots
'cause fights don't matter
Thirty-three shots, bitch
I ain't finna fight no nigga
I'ma leave him dead in the
Street with his iPhone 7
When I left the coupe
All you saw was banana peels
He ain't dodge shit
I'm tryna pull off in that Challenger
Custom made pieces
We don't never touch the mannequin
It'll be a steel cage match
Try to challenge us let me guess
This why all you niggas mad at us
'Cause we kept the street code and
We got our fanbase up
Niggas sneak dissin' every day
Let the micro answer
Tell this nigga BM stop textin'
I might go blamp her
Brought the whole hood, Instagram us
Couldn't find no manners
I'ma give him thirty-three shots
'cause fights don't matter, shit
Tell this nigga BM stop textin'
I might go blamp her, nigga
I'ma give him thirty-three shots
'cause fights don't matter, shit
This for any nigga tryna bogart
I gave him ten, the other
Ninety just to show off, shit
What you know 'bout me?
I'm out the window of the
Benny like Hulk Hogy i'm a showboater
And stop screamin' out my name
Bitch, I don't know you, shit
I'ma go pour 'em wait 'til you see me drop a
Hundred up in slow motion
You think I'm dumb, hold up
I bought ten Ace bottles and
Dropped the club owner, nigga
I know I'm wrong, hold up
My shooters pulled up with them sticks
Like it was pro bono, shit
Niggas sneak dissin' every day
Let the micro answer
Tell this nigga BM stop textin'
I might go blamp her
Brought the whole hood, Instagram us
Couldn't find no manners
I'ma give him thirty-three shots
'cause fights don't matter, shit
Tell this nigga BM stop textin'
I might go blamp her, nigga
I'ma give him thirty-three shots
'cause fights don't matter
Times and caught pneumonia
I hopped out the coupe with Nina Ross
She is a smoker
If you never had a shootout at the club
Pass my blower (Smoov, what's good, baby?)
I just beat a nigga with
A Neiman Marcus store bag (Thank You Fizzle)
Walking on water, critics say that I'm icy
Saweetie i just made him drop it like
It's hot with a micro me
Niggas starin' at me like we cool
I'm not your friend
The plug told me seventeen a piece
I started Paisa dancin'
Mister big bank uchie face
Can I hit your cup? She got
Hit with the stupid face
This was back in my Gucci days
I turned to Jet Li and got
Blood on my Boosie fade
Niggas sneak dissin' every day
Let the micro answer
Tell this nigga BM stop textin'
I might go blamp her
Brought the whole hood, Instagram us
Couldn't find no manners
I'ma give him thirty-three shots
'cause fights don't matter, shit
Tell this nigga BM stop textin'
I might go blamp her, nigga
I'ma give him thirty-three shots
'cause fights don't matter
Thirty-three shots, bitch
I ain't finna fight no nigga
I'ma leave him dead in the
Street with his iPhone 7
When I left the coupe
All you saw was banana peels
He ain't dodge shit
I'm tryna pull off in that Challenger
Custom made pieces
We don't never touch the mannequin
It'll be a steel cage match
Try to challenge us let me guess
This why all you niggas mad at us
'Cause we kept the street code and
We got our fanbase up
Niggas sneak dissin' every day
Let the micro answer
Tell this nigga BM stop textin'
I might go blamp her
Brought the whole hood, Instagram us
Couldn't find no manners
I'ma give him thirty-three shots
'cause fights don't matter, shit
Tell this nigga BM stop textin'
I might go blamp her, nigga
I'ma give him thirty-three shots
'cause fights don't matter, shit
This for any nigga tryna bogart
I gave him ten, the other
Ninety just to show off, shit
What you know 'bout me?
I'm out the window of the
Benny like Hulk Hogy i'm a showboater
And stop screamin' out my name
Bitch, I don't know you, shit
I'ma go pour 'em wait 'til you see me drop a
Hundred up in slow motion
You think I'm dumb, hold up
I bought ten Ace bottles and
Dropped the club owner, nigga
I know I'm wrong, hold up
My shooters pulled up with them sticks
Like it was pro bono, shit
Niggas sneak dissin' every day
Let the micro answer
Tell this nigga BM stop textin'
I might go blamp her
Brought the whole hood, Instagram us
Couldn't find no manners
I'ma give him thirty-three shots
'cause fights don't matter, shit
Tell this nigga BM stop textin'
I might go blamp her, nigga
I'ma give him thirty-three shots
'cause fights don't matter