Sheesh, I guess this a three-peat huh
Girl that's Drakeo, it's gettin' kinda hard to breath huh, uhh
Girl I can't be no rebound
Ten cases in a month, I don't know who gon' refile
Put that draco down Drakeo, these niggas talkin'
Where your table in the club, lil nigga don't even talk to us
Walk it out, put a beam on it and chalk him out
Had to slide through your hood and show out, fuck you talkin' 'bout lethal?
Mr. Glover, my weapons lethal
I tried to tell you I'm a heathen, done shared beds with demons
Done had long walks with Jesus
Get you whacked from your people, yeah it's really that easy
What he get for tryna be me
We at his gravesite cheesin', another day with the Stinc Team
You know I bop bop ming ming
And had a meet and greet with ling ling
Come on this shit regular
Bullets flying all at the messenger
I'm a machine gun specialist, plain jane with the bezel busted
Nigga you broke and it's disgusting
Remember Fake Watch Busta, ain't really with all that tussling
Come on this shit nothin'
Use guns with acrynoms for niggas wanna cuff me
Pissing on tombstones, the boy the McLovin
Tryna tell you I was thuggin' lil nigga, so fuck a deal
One day my autograph gon' be worth 'bout a couple mill
It's regular, I tried to tell you I'm thugging still
One day my autograph gon' be worth 'bout a couple mill
The Ruler ???
I'm Mr. Everything
Got a drum, got a beam, I got pills, I got dough, I got lean
Bitch I bought everything
Niggas trippin' in the club, so what
I ain't really tryna scuff, I let off everything
Niggas lyin' in they raps, that's a fact
Who these pussy niggas jack, my image is everything
From the gold, from the watch
From the stove to my frozen earlobes, I'll risk everything
Sheesh, bitch I'm back up on that street shit
You don't rap, you just sneak diss
Tryna knock one of your peoples
I came in with the deep dish
You only tough on the weekends
That's twenty thou on the deep end
We'll have him singin' like The Weeknd
The Ruler, I don't like to sneak diss, cut it with all that cheap shit
Like do you know what a mink is, like do you know what a chink is
Just a silly lil beaver, I'm with my dread head heathens
My niggas bullying demons, we spitting fullies out of Beamers
Might wanna fuck but I don't need her
In fact I really need Jesus
Bruh whats up with your people?
Niggas ain't looking like they eating
In fact you really need to feed 'em
The Stinc Team Big Meechin'
I tried to tell you all bleeders
My wrist broke, I need a breather
I'm Mr. Everything
Got a drum, got a beam, I got pills, I got dough, I got lean
Bitch I bought everything
Niggas trippin' in the club, so what
I ain't really tryna scuff, I let off everything
Niggas lyin' in they raps, that's a fact
Who these pussy niggas jack, my image is everything
From the gold, from the watch
From the stove to my frozen earlobes, I'll risk everything
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