Drakeo The Ruler, Damon Elbert - No Apologies lyrics
[Drakeo The Ruler, Damon Elbert - No Apologies lyrics]
Too many sticks in the car
Random text, I got his bitch in the car
This Roberto, I got a chopper
I'll do a nigga foul and it's for ballin'
(Duse makin' slaps true)
It get tricky, I poured up in a Dawn
Don't look me in my eyes
You should really call your mom
We double parked
You should look between the blinds
You think I'm trippin'? Boy
We do this all the time
You said three-fifty
You should read between the lines
I'll strip one of these niggas, on my mom
On my chopper, you done dada
It get real in the field, who want problems?
Everything ain't what it seems
(What it seems)
Now everybody tryna leech (Tryna leach)
But, bitch, I only practice what I preach
Yeah (What I prеach, yeah)
And it ain't nothin' new to me so, baby
Comе through and take that shot for me
Make it drop for me
And they say that I'm a prodigy
Fuck it up, no apologies
We in the game, I'm on my ten toes
I heard my brother got indicted
For the flip phone
Same night I met your bitch
I took that bitch home
And I done risked my whole life
To get my wrist froze, it ain't simple
Shout out Drakeo
I did a lot, so they can't tell me shit
Like any competition, I'm ahead of it
Got my brother fightin' life and
He ain't tellin' shit
Why you all up in my comments? You irrelevant
Everything ain't what it seems
(What it seems)
Now everybody tryna leech (Tryna leach)
But, bitch, I only practice what I preach
Yeah (What I preach, yeah)
And it ain't nothin' new to me so, baby
Come through and take that shot for me
Make it drop for me
And they say that I'm a prodigy
Fuck it up, no apologies
We in the game, I'm on my ten toes
Random text, I got his bitch in the car
This Roberto, I got a chopper
I'll do a nigga foul and it's for ballin'
(Duse makin' slaps true)
It get tricky, I poured up in a Dawn
Don't look me in my eyes
You should really call your mom
We double parked
You should look between the blinds
You think I'm trippin'? Boy
We do this all the time
You said three-fifty
You should read between the lines
I'll strip one of these niggas, on my mom
On my chopper, you done dada
It get real in the field, who want problems?
Everything ain't what it seems
(What it seems)
Now everybody tryna leech (Tryna leach)
But, bitch, I only practice what I preach
Yeah (What I prеach, yeah)
And it ain't nothin' new to me so, baby
Comе through and take that shot for me
Make it drop for me
And they say that I'm a prodigy
Fuck it up, no apologies
We in the game, I'm on my ten toes
I heard my brother got indicted
For the flip phone
Same night I met your bitch
I took that bitch home
And I done risked my whole life
To get my wrist froze, it ain't simple
Shout out Drakeo
I did a lot, so they can't tell me shit
Like any competition, I'm ahead of it
Got my brother fightin' life and
He ain't tellin' shit
Why you all up in my comments? You irrelevant
Everything ain't what it seems
(What it seems)
Now everybody tryna leech (Tryna leach)
But, bitch, I only practice what I preach
Yeah (What I preach, yeah)
And it ain't nothin' new to me so, baby
Come through and take that shot for me
Make it drop for me
And they say that I'm a prodigy
Fuck it up, no apologies
We in the game, I'm on my ten toes