Drakeo The Ruler - Touchable (Freestyle) lyrics
[Drakeo The Ruler - Touchable Freestyle lyrics]
Hundred on the chop
If you with him then you touchable
Used to slap his music 'til I
Found out he was touchin' kids
Weird niggas all up on my line
Where'd you find this beat?
And all the glitter from your
Neck is blinding me
Shit, I guess it's time for me
To speak my truth now
This nina got a dick on it
I'm aiming that at RuPaul
Dilated pupils, 45's, no Rugers
Mr big Bank Buddha, that's Mr big Banc Uchie
Big bank uchie face, Mae Ling, Susan Lee
Oh God, I just love just what you do to me
My hitman actually went to school with me
I don't want no paisas in my jewelry
I don't have no time for no buffoonery
Nice long ruler clips
My mansion's in the hills
I'll headshot any nigga tryna cancel beef
Police ass niggas in my ear
Stop harassing me catastrophes, tragedies
Bullets coming at rapid speed
Five thousand hundreds on the mattress
Please add it up these rap niggas corny
I'll slap the shit out 'em
This is a stupid chop
Got held back a few classes
Niggas seen a pump
Then he scream he got asthma
Even store runners can learn about gymnastics
It's three hundred in a
Duffle, you know, bitch, do a backflip
Lyin' bout shit he don't do, he's the captain
Capper, I came with the
Flu flammers and jackers
I'm a demon, ghetto heathen, believe me
Beat him with a grey bag
Blood all up in Neiman's
Leave a nigga like a scarecrow
Tonight is like Jeepers Creepers
Two letters on the chop
Made him sing like Justin Bieber
Oh, how many bodies you got?
I don't believe you
Put these tips on you, I'll split your rig
Run-up
Man, this chop got Bruce Lee kick on it
Like his ass in timeout
You notice I'll put a switch on him
I'm from the Stinc Team and
We don't do big homies
Finna slide on they block, yes indeed
This when thugs cry
He wanted to at me on Twitter
And be a tough guy
Dumbass, I'd advise you to block me
Chop hitting harder than Balboa Rocky
Street sweeper but I came in with a mopstick
Bitch, you really don't want no beef
You should drop it
Just dance, Tommy the Clown ass nigga
RIP with the pound right in front it
Paint a nigga, you a clown, is you Krusty?
Disgusting, fuck me
I should've been on Musty
Funny ass niggas all look like Chris Tucker
Rush Hour, bitch, I'm looking for Juntao
I'm finna bust him
Mae Ling, Soo Yung, my watch is not two-tone
Bald head Caillous, I need all the blue ones
I spent my life running from shooting newton
Pull the double-R to the block
And do it to 'em, the Ruler
We know the truth
Man, you, know what's going on
Touchable, nigga
If you with him then you touchable
Used to slap his music 'til I
Found out he was touchin' kids
Weird niggas all up on my line
Where'd you find this beat?
And all the glitter from your
Neck is blinding me
Shit, I guess it's time for me
To speak my truth now
This nina got a dick on it
I'm aiming that at RuPaul
Dilated pupils, 45's, no Rugers
Mr big Bank Buddha, that's Mr big Banc Uchie
Big bank uchie face, Mae Ling, Susan Lee
Oh God, I just love just what you do to me
My hitman actually went to school with me
I don't want no paisas in my jewelry
I don't have no time for no buffoonery
Nice long ruler clips
My mansion's in the hills
I'll headshot any nigga tryna cancel beef
Police ass niggas in my ear
Stop harassing me catastrophes, tragedies
Bullets coming at rapid speed
Five thousand hundreds on the mattress
Please add it up these rap niggas corny
I'll slap the shit out 'em
This is a stupid chop
Got held back a few classes
Niggas seen a pump
Then he scream he got asthma
Even store runners can learn about gymnastics
It's three hundred in a
Duffle, you know, bitch, do a backflip
Lyin' bout shit he don't do, he's the captain
Capper, I came with the
Flu flammers and jackers
I'm a demon, ghetto heathen, believe me
Beat him with a grey bag
Blood all up in Neiman's
Leave a nigga like a scarecrow
Tonight is like Jeepers Creepers
Two letters on the chop
Made him sing like Justin Bieber
Oh, how many bodies you got?
I don't believe you
Put these tips on you, I'll split your rig
Run-up
Man, this chop got Bruce Lee kick on it
Like his ass in timeout
You notice I'll put a switch on him
I'm from the Stinc Team and
We don't do big homies
Finna slide on they block, yes indeed
This when thugs cry
He wanted to at me on Twitter
And be a tough guy
Dumbass, I'd advise you to block me
Chop hitting harder than Balboa Rocky
Street sweeper but I came in with a mopstick
Bitch, you really don't want no beef
You should drop it
Just dance, Tommy the Clown ass nigga
RIP with the pound right in front it
Paint a nigga, you a clown, is you Krusty?
Disgusting, fuck me
I should've been on Musty
Funny ass niggas all look like Chris Tucker
Rush Hour, bitch, I'm looking for Juntao
I'm finna bust him
Mae Ling, Soo Yung, my watch is not two-tone
Bald head Caillous, I need all the blue ones
I spent my life running from shooting newton
Pull the double-R to the block
And do it to 'em, the Ruler
We know the truth
Man, you, know what's going on
Touchable, nigga