Drakeo The Ruler - The Real Champion lyrics
[Drakeo The Ruler - The Real Champion lyrics]
Caught a nigga slippin' off the green
I fucked him with two Nina's
I can't take my family nowhere
They like to shoot people
Just swept a nigga house with a broom
I swear I be too clean
I just bully opps with their gangs
I swear I be too mean
Niggas do all that poppin' on instagram
But ain't gone kill nothin'
Pulled up in a dawn
Another nigga in a wheel chair
I'll drop a fifty pack on his blind ass
I ain't got no chill button
We bought 70 zips
I swear I'm the real champion
Bodies drop, silly opp
Yes I'm a drill rapper i don't need a pill
Jack and Jill can get a bar from me
Gave him 32 but where his shoes?
I just like Barkley speak
Now he's no longer like you
Looking for Barney sign
RIP don't start with me
These niggas be some party bangers
In the suburbs with a drum on me
Like bitch go find me Charlie's Angels
These niggas hardly dangerous
They really hardly riders
Just look for all my diamonds
They be in all my comments
Lurkin' like a bitch
I'm steady worried 'bout my wrist is broken
Ridin' in the Coupe behind the tint
It's thirty sticks and sodas
I hope niggas keep they heads high
Cause I'm gon' split it open
I got Pippie on the dance floor
Finna get jiggy on 'em aDD my Chakra autism
It just be spittin' on shit
These niggas never on shit, they block
They never on it you see these pepperoni's
I left his melon open
Niggas be tellin' on shit
It's cool his daddy from here
I be laughin' at these niggas
Wrist dancin' in the mirror
Mike Jackson on these niggas
Don't try to diss me
It's catastrophes for victims
Go look at the crime scene
It was tragic where I left 'em
He was drivin' with no hands
I had the ratchet out the Tesla
Your man's gone, we heard 'bout it
That's unfortunate
Burn his block down, Glock rounds
I be torchin' shit i'm the ruler
You get spanked if I hear potty mouths
Just left a opp head on his
Shoulder like he was noddin' out, ooh
Put a drum on it, you mad
Then come and hunt for me
My bank account is lovely
Do your family really love you B?
You in the ambulance, all these noises
I know it's hard to think
Rob who, nigga pardon me?
Four hundred up in pieces on
My person, it's some cartages, bitches
Damn damn it, bobby
Poppin' it yeah, right
You know I saw everythin', damn
It's a hunnid, bitch
I fucked him with two Nina's
I can't take my family nowhere
They like to shoot people
Just swept a nigga house with a broom
I swear I be too clean
I just bully opps with their gangs
I swear I be too mean
Niggas do all that poppin' on instagram
But ain't gone kill nothin'
Pulled up in a dawn
Another nigga in a wheel chair
I'll drop a fifty pack on his blind ass
I ain't got no chill button
We bought 70 zips
I swear I'm the real champion
Bodies drop, silly opp
Yes I'm a drill rapper i don't need a pill
Jack and Jill can get a bar from me
Gave him 32 but where his shoes?
I just like Barkley speak
Now he's no longer like you
Looking for Barney sign
RIP don't start with me
These niggas be some party bangers
In the suburbs with a drum on me
Like bitch go find me Charlie's Angels
These niggas hardly dangerous
They really hardly riders
Just look for all my diamonds
They be in all my comments
Lurkin' like a bitch
I'm steady worried 'bout my wrist is broken
Ridin' in the Coupe behind the tint
It's thirty sticks and sodas
I hope niggas keep they heads high
Cause I'm gon' split it open
I got Pippie on the dance floor
Finna get jiggy on 'em aDD my Chakra autism
It just be spittin' on shit
These niggas never on shit, they block
They never on it you see these pepperoni's
I left his melon open
Niggas be tellin' on shit
It's cool his daddy from here
I be laughin' at these niggas
Wrist dancin' in the mirror
Mike Jackson on these niggas
Don't try to diss me
It's catastrophes for victims
Go look at the crime scene
It was tragic where I left 'em
He was drivin' with no hands
I had the ratchet out the Tesla
Your man's gone, we heard 'bout it
That's unfortunate
Burn his block down, Glock rounds
I be torchin' shit i'm the ruler
You get spanked if I hear potty mouths
Just left a opp head on his
Shoulder like he was noddin' out, ooh
Put a drum on it, you mad
Then come and hunt for me
My bank account is lovely
Do your family really love you B?
You in the ambulance, all these noises
I know it's hard to think
Rob who, nigga pardon me?
Four hundred up in pieces on
My person, it's some cartages, bitches
Damn damn it, bobby
Poppin' it yeah, right
You know I saw everythin', damn
It's a hunnid, bitch