Remble, Drakeo The Ruler - Ruth’s Chris (Freestyle) lyrics

New bitches when I drop a new song
Ruth's Chris after the homies drop a new opp
(Well done fellas)
New sticks for you if you want to pop off
I got a Ruger nigga, we ain't finna boo-bop
(I don't fight, Viper)
If I see a enemy then it's a shootout
You can throw your best punch
But it's best you don't (Let's be smart)
You pull up looking for trouble
You get what you want
I know some niggas that will
But I know you won't
I know some niggas that kill
But I know you don't
I used to be in the field
Like I was Chris Jones
I could boss up your life
But it'll take a second
I could put you on shit
That you ain't been on


I could put you in whips
That you ain't been in (Something new)
I could take you on rides you couldn't get on
(Come with me)
I was always thе odd one, I didn't fit in
(Hated on me)
Now all thе niggas that bled me
I'm finna shit on 'em
If I told you anything
Just know I really meant it
I wanna rap about passing but
It's just been a minute
I wanna rap 'bout nine 'cause
I ain't really did it
I tried to tell you my story
But you ain't really listen
The only time you was cookin' was
When you in the kitchen
I was cookin' up everywhere
Tryna make the chicken
My mama told me, "Watch the snakes
" I didn't pay attention
(I should've listened)
I had to pay the consequences
Because they fuckin' bit me, oh
And don't play with Remble because
He got a gun (Smart)
And don't play with Smokey because
He got a semi
If, we bounce out with choppas
I know they better run
(Get outta there, get outta there)
'Cause we don't stop shooting until
Our clips are empty niggas silly
Pull up and drop 'em to
Make 'em really feel me caught a body
I was just praying and hoping God forgive me
Plenty killings, bodies on bodies
They killin' plenty niggas (Perfect)
Flip a nigga
Make 'em feel sorry for even dealing with us
Free the real
(Keep the rest) , until them niggas free
Niggas really walking around with
Thoughts of killing me forgive 'em God
For they not know I keep my blick on me
Don't go nowhere without my pole
They can't get shit for free
Ayy, keep that shit on drive
Don't even park the car
Ayy, Remble he trippin', he goin' bar for bar
And they know I'ma finish so
They don't even start
Ayy, we came a long way from
Running fades at the park
Bitch, pull up with Glocks with
Long extensions on 'em yeah, hop out on opps
And slaughter your opponent
Yeah, said you was a gangster and
Now you gotta show it
Yeah, one opp on burner and
Now you gotta blow it no cap, it's Remble
But that's beside the point
Ray Charles and Stevie Wonder can
See I'm a joint (Shit)
Bitch, I'm with my best friends
(They not tough)
XDs, Glocks, big mops, Deagles, and FNs

Shit, that's a stick on me
He used to walk you to the park
We finna get on him
Don't give a fuck if that's your big homie
Get extra points if you knockdown to somebody
Niggas talking 'bout "They want me"
Nigga come find me how we just left a nigga
Block? Left him dumbfounded
Lights flashing everywhere, yeah go 'round me
We pulled up at his momma's
House 'cause he a homebody
How we just did him was just stupid
Slammed a nigga then went
Partying at Ruth's Chris
Ku Klux, hang a pussy nigga doing too much
All that dick riding you doing
Need a new butt
Fuck all that atting me on Twitter
Come out and shoot some
Niggas wolfing, I love to drop a new opp
Catch him walking to his car
Did him like 2Pac
I hang out with real killers
That's what you not
I'm tryna stuff hundreds of thousands
Up in shoe boxes stinc Team don't like it
What you gon' do about it?
Bitch, I beat life twice, I'ma two-timer
Shoe shiner flick of the wrist
Look I bought new diamonds
My lil' nigga wanna whack you
I got his shoe size
Tryna reach for my pieces, nigga
Is you high?
With my record, I could never go to Dubai
He's never coming back and that's that
I said it two times, ooh
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)