Drakeo The Ruler - IngleWeird lyrics
[Drakeo The Ruler - IngleWeird lyrics]
Anyone (Smoov, what's good, baby?)
I want the flamer on, bitch
I want two kills, nigga, like
Niggas ain't gettin' no money
And this shit gettin' Ingle-weird
I ain't fuckin' with these niggas
Nigga, I'm the don
Turn the whole Cali against you
Tie a nigga up, he hang over
You'll be black dove
Hundred out the chop, try to box
He'll get whacked up
Bruce Lee kicks on the mop
Knock his plugs out he's a cult member
Hang him up like a coat then
Jenny from the block make him
Rock like we slow dancin'
The Ruler, I'm the don
Niggas know that I'm a foolie
It's Forgis on the Dawn
Only poor peoplе buy Rucci
In eight months for beatin' life
I got a million for rеcoupment
Talibans and they blood huntin'
Spinnin' with his kufi shoot somethin'
They don't even be outside for
Me to do nothin' i'm wearin' two kilos
Get him whacked for a C note
Think I'm Weezy F baby how he screamin', "Go
DJ" the fireman, I burnt him
We ain't tryna hear them sermons
Y'all be giving when we pull up to
Them trenches with them fullies out
Turnin' party gang members into witnesses
Who man is this? For real
How you join a gang when you twenty-five?
Drakeo, do they know with you it's do or die?
And when you fry all your opps
Make it supersized
I think this nigga mad 'cause my jeweler Rami
They let me in the club with my toolie hot
Stone a nigga quick, I Medusafied him
Get down
Thirty-three shots, Scottie Pip out
Spin laps turn the suburbs of Inglewood
To a gym factory
Just dance, Brian Pumper, pussy nigga
Jump man
The Stinc Team run LA, you gotta come better
Please take your hollow chains back
To your one jeweler
It's time to set the play up
I'm a punt kicker
No name niggas always wanna be
A part of somethin'
Since niggas want a handout
I gotta let him hold a hundred
Know a lot of niggas told in Inglewood
Y'all condonin' snitchin'
I just dropped fifty on a blind nigga
He ain't see it comin'
Keep the homie name out your mouth
'fore white sheets be covers
Blow a nigga toppings off of bread
It's a pizza party niggas cold as fuck even
With a Boosie feature bygones be bygones
That wouldn't even do for Jesus
Niggas sweet as buttercups
Turn his ass to Reese's Pieces
Left a massacre in Neimans, if
A pile was left, then clean it
You can take it how you want to, receive it
I'm a demon
Inglewood niggas weenies, I'ma felon
You a preacher talk to me
I was poppin' 'fore I had the Drake feature
Shout-out Aubrey, that's my nigga
Realer than a lot of niggas
Don't run up on me with my jewelry
I be quick to pop a nigga
Dread heads in the car
Got some top shottas with me
Shit niggas know what's going on, we
Ain't goin' back and forth
Know what I mean?
Uh, nigga, I'll make everybody
Hate niggas, uh, man, you don't know?
Yeah, I am, I'm the truth, nigga
My voice is strong, so
Niggas shoulda been my friends
Niggas cliquin' up and all that, nigga
Niggas didn't, I don't understand this shit
Like
Niggas don't like us but wanna rap like us
Like niggas wanna buy the same shit we do
Niggas wanna go to the same jewelers as us
Niggas can't get the same jewelry as us
Can't drive the same cars as us, like, nigga
Anyway you know the truth, man
Long live Jameon Davis and all that
Yeah, free Kellz, free Riley, all that, yeah
You know the truth
I want the flamer on, bitch
I want two kills, nigga, like
Niggas ain't gettin' no money
And this shit gettin' Ingle-weird
I ain't fuckin' with these niggas
Nigga, I'm the don
Turn the whole Cali against you
Tie a nigga up, he hang over
You'll be black dove
Hundred out the chop, try to box
He'll get whacked up
Bruce Lee kicks on the mop
Knock his plugs out he's a cult member
Hang him up like a coat then
Jenny from the block make him
Rock like we slow dancin'
The Ruler, I'm the don
Niggas know that I'm a foolie
It's Forgis on the Dawn
Only poor peoplе buy Rucci
In eight months for beatin' life
I got a million for rеcoupment
Talibans and they blood huntin'
Spinnin' with his kufi shoot somethin'
They don't even be outside for
Me to do nothin' i'm wearin' two kilos
Get him whacked for a C note
Think I'm Weezy F baby how he screamin', "Go
DJ" the fireman, I burnt him
We ain't tryna hear them sermons
Y'all be giving when we pull up to
Them trenches with them fullies out
Turnin' party gang members into witnesses
Who man is this? For real
How you join a gang when you twenty-five?
Drakeo, do they know with you it's do or die?
And when you fry all your opps
Make it supersized
I think this nigga mad 'cause my jeweler Rami
They let me in the club with my toolie hot
Stone a nigga quick, I Medusafied him
Get down
Thirty-three shots, Scottie Pip out
Spin laps turn the suburbs of Inglewood
To a gym factory
Just dance, Brian Pumper, pussy nigga
Jump man
The Stinc Team run LA, you gotta come better
Please take your hollow chains back
To your one jeweler
It's time to set the play up
I'm a punt kicker
No name niggas always wanna be
A part of somethin'
Since niggas want a handout
I gotta let him hold a hundred
Know a lot of niggas told in Inglewood
Y'all condonin' snitchin'
I just dropped fifty on a blind nigga
He ain't see it comin'
Keep the homie name out your mouth
'fore white sheets be covers
Blow a nigga toppings off of bread
It's a pizza party niggas cold as fuck even
With a Boosie feature bygones be bygones
That wouldn't even do for Jesus
Niggas sweet as buttercups
Turn his ass to Reese's Pieces
Left a massacre in Neimans, if
A pile was left, then clean it
You can take it how you want to, receive it
I'm a demon
Inglewood niggas weenies, I'ma felon
You a preacher talk to me
I was poppin' 'fore I had the Drake feature
Shout-out Aubrey, that's my nigga
Realer than a lot of niggas
Don't run up on me with my jewelry
I be quick to pop a nigga
Dread heads in the car
Got some top shottas with me
Shit niggas know what's going on, we
Ain't goin' back and forth
Know what I mean?
Uh, nigga, I'll make everybody
Hate niggas, uh, man, you don't know?
Yeah, I am, I'm the truth, nigga
My voice is strong, so
Niggas shoulda been my friends
Niggas cliquin' up and all that, nigga
Niggas didn't, I don't understand this shit
Like
Niggas don't like us but wanna rap like us
Like niggas wanna buy the same shit we do
Niggas wanna go to the same jewelers as us
Niggas can't get the same jewelry as us
Can't drive the same cars as us, like, nigga
Anyway you know the truth, man
Long live Jameon Davis and all that
Yeah, free Kellz, free Riley, all that, yeah
You know the truth