Drakeo The Ruler - Popular (Freestyle) lyrics
[Drakeo The Ruler - Popular Freestyle lyrics]
Judging by my wrist
I couldn't tell you the time
'Cause to a bitch I'm Ned Flanders
Psycho Bob in disguise
'Cause if you bop into me nigga
Then you don't want your life
And Jesus died for these shoes and
Still can't tell you a price
Twitter thuggin'
I ain't even finna mention these guys
'Cause if nigga pull a toad
That's when niggas turn nice big forty
I ain't even gotta mention it twice
What we on
Shit we fuckin' niggas' bitches tonight
Somethin' fishy goin' on
Finna cut on the lights
'Cause we done gang banged this
Bitch and her nigga outside
Shit I'm trippin'
All he wanted was a picture this time
All these niggas been fly but
Never entered the sky tough nigga
He just want to drink liquor and die
These shells fly
Let's see if he can drink liquor and drive
These niggas never seen a sale
Think these niggas would cry
Stinc meetin', the bleed team
But don't gotta mention the crime
'Cause you should know the consequences
If you flippin' a dime
Not everything makes sense
But nigga listen in rhymes
Niggas act tough, what
Now he can't feel in his eye
Don't got to blow a ho nigga
Silly billy is mine maison Jeter, cold feet
For nigga these your people
Lookin' at me crazy, never seen a cold demon?
Sabatoge your career
I told you to stay still
Niggas caught a heart attack when we
Said we neutered their kids
Don't play with me, I know I be trippin'
Whole brick in my hand
Oh you ain't know I be sippin'?
Niggas said they fuckin' with me
Must be high off crystal
Bitch it's the 2Greedy family
Yeah the Stinc Team
If I don't got it I'ma go
And make a chink bleed
You know bop bop bleed 'em
What the thieves say
I'll take your shit and put it on eBay
I know I got a problem
Shit that's what my peeps say
Balmain PRP's, that's what my jeans say
Nigga know it's levels and shit
We on the freeway
But this bitch goin' over the dash
Fuck what the speed say
I always keep the bloodiest bottoms
That's what my feet say
Please get at me, I ain't higher than none
The only time you see me running
Is when hidin' a gun
I done poured so much juice I
Think my body went numb
I got a keep a blower
Shit around the grimiest ones
Spillin' juice on the ground
I was told I'm mud walkin'
Bambino just walked in, now the plug talkin'
Bust down my Rollie, on went flossin'
Just crashed the Masi
Now we up in the the Jag-ski
It say one-twenty but we 'bout
To do the dash-ski
It was named mister big bang
Uchie so don't ask me
Bought a Moncler coat 'cause it
Get cold in the winter
And some Maison Margielas to match
The gold as I enter the heaven gates
The podium with the coldest of niggas
Would make this nigga cry and strip
The gold off this nigga name bag
Caught yourself tryna threaten a nigga
If I slap this nigga he'd probably
Try to wrestle a nigga
Show this nigga Maison Jeter and
Step on a nigga, nigga
Weird ass niggas
Don't talk to me nigga yeah we out here
Weird ass studio thuggin' niggas
I'm not with all that, nigga
The F&N break the vest, weird ass niggas
Nigga we get it all off the streets
Street money nigga this ain't for fake, haha
Nigga, the chinks know me, the Ruler
I couldn't tell you the time
'Cause to a bitch I'm Ned Flanders
Psycho Bob in disguise
'Cause if you bop into me nigga
Then you don't want your life
And Jesus died for these shoes and
Still can't tell you a price
Twitter thuggin'
I ain't even finna mention these guys
'Cause if nigga pull a toad
That's when niggas turn nice big forty
I ain't even gotta mention it twice
What we on
Shit we fuckin' niggas' bitches tonight
Somethin' fishy goin' on
Finna cut on the lights
'Cause we done gang banged this
Bitch and her nigga outside
Shit I'm trippin'
All he wanted was a picture this time
All these niggas been fly but
Never entered the sky tough nigga
He just want to drink liquor and die
These shells fly
Let's see if he can drink liquor and drive
These niggas never seen a sale
Think these niggas would cry
Stinc meetin', the bleed team
But don't gotta mention the crime
'Cause you should know the consequences
If you flippin' a dime
Not everything makes sense
But nigga listen in rhymes
Niggas act tough, what
Now he can't feel in his eye
Don't got to blow a ho nigga
Silly billy is mine maison Jeter, cold feet
For nigga these your people
Lookin' at me crazy, never seen a cold demon?
Sabatoge your career
I told you to stay still
Niggas caught a heart attack when we
Said we neutered their kids
Don't play with me, I know I be trippin'
Whole brick in my hand
Oh you ain't know I be sippin'?
Niggas said they fuckin' with me
Must be high off crystal
Bitch it's the 2Greedy family
Yeah the Stinc Team
If I don't got it I'ma go
And make a chink bleed
You know bop bop bleed 'em
What the thieves say
I'll take your shit and put it on eBay
I know I got a problem
Shit that's what my peeps say
Balmain PRP's, that's what my jeans say
Nigga know it's levels and shit
We on the freeway
But this bitch goin' over the dash
Fuck what the speed say
I always keep the bloodiest bottoms
That's what my feet say
Please get at me, I ain't higher than none
The only time you see me running
Is when hidin' a gun
I done poured so much juice I
Think my body went numb
I got a keep a blower
Shit around the grimiest ones
Spillin' juice on the ground
I was told I'm mud walkin'
Bambino just walked in, now the plug talkin'
Bust down my Rollie, on went flossin'
Just crashed the Masi
Now we up in the the Jag-ski
It say one-twenty but we 'bout
To do the dash-ski
It was named mister big bang
Uchie so don't ask me
Bought a Moncler coat 'cause it
Get cold in the winter
And some Maison Margielas to match
The gold as I enter the heaven gates
The podium with the coldest of niggas
Would make this nigga cry and strip
The gold off this nigga name bag
Caught yourself tryna threaten a nigga
If I slap this nigga he'd probably
Try to wrestle a nigga
Show this nigga Maison Jeter and
Step on a nigga, nigga
Weird ass niggas
Don't talk to me nigga yeah we out here
Weird ass studio thuggin' niggas
I'm not with all that, nigga
The F&N break the vest, weird ass niggas
Nigga we get it all off the streets
Street money nigga this ain't for fake, haha
Nigga, the chinks know me, the Ruler