ShittyBoyz, Lando Bando, Samuel Shabazz - No Rules lyrics
[ShittyBoyz, Lando Bando, Samuel Shabazz - No Rules lyrics]
I know you wanna fuck a rich-ass nigga
You know yo dad raised a bitch-ass nigga
Old bitch-ass nigga can't fuck with my team
You just mad that my money talk, huh
Charlie Sheen
I ain't gon' lie, if I was you
I would hate myself
I think yo bitch wanna fuck with
Me 'cause she see my belt
Caught the opps out in traffic
Point it like I see the help
Let me dive head first in it, Michael Phelps
In the A, I just linked up with Dorien
Got that fire on my side, feel like Scorpion
Palm Angels t-shirt, feeling glorious
Feel like a star player, I been scoring shit
You save hoes? Okay, Captain Underpants
I don't got a lil' bitch, ask yo other man
At the self-scan, yes, that's another jam
Oh, the sauce? That's five hundred
Brother man
I told that bitch to suck it well
I'm not yo other mans
She gon' suck dick and go
Home with her pussy untouched
Bitch to save her but
There really ain't nothing
Smooth criminal, she gotta go home uncuffed
Young niggas make me really get
The uncle in me
Everything free in the mall, go and fuck it
Dummy bitch, you gotta see we gon' ball
Feel like I'm Zion
Sorry for the wait that it
Take but I like the
Up the rocket, turn a opp to a astronaut
Matter fact, I'll up chop, he Casper now
Off this new BIN
I'm more blessed than a pastor now
Assist, yo bitch got passed around
Making green off the hams, Dr seuss
Checking up on these hoes? Dr you
If it's beef, we gon' slide on a opp or two
Dirty-ass ham tryna reach? Put the mop to use
Gotta know it ain't no rules to this shit
I'm a rude-ass nigga, cut into a lil' bitch
I get fuel off the hate
I'll cruise to yo ship
Guns bigger than the clothes on
Papoose in this bitch
It's amazing what you see a ho do for a fix
It's amazing what you see a
Ho when you the shit you ain't a killer
You more like a state troop or some shit
Yeah, we heard you niggas telling
Heard you made yo homies failing
Sick I came euro stepping, bitch
I'm Damian Lillard
This scam shit ain't light, boy
It take skill
Sick me and Dee plotting on the same meal
If the Glock don't kill him then the K will
And if the K don't do it then the tank will
Don't talk about drank to me
If it ain't sealed
Shooter came kill streak
That's his eighth kill
Name an IG bitch that I ain't drilled
Damn, bro, pass one my way
I'm tryna get head speed
Driving on the highway
It's the flick, got giffies
It's my birthday don't show up to my crib
You'll get killed in the worst way
Huh, that's no cap
Huh, she ain't have a ass, it was all back
Miss a call from the bank, hold on
Let me call back
Been learn my lesson, never trip
I'ma fall back
Never trip, Maison Margielas tied up
You a damn doodoo head if you tryna fight us
Jam the reader three times then I slide once
Catch me OT touring Wally's
This my ninth one
Bro poured some mud in his pop
With his dirty-ass
You ain't really in yours
Catch me in thirty bags
Come and get yo bitch, with her flirty-ass
Never listened to a song but I heard he ass