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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Drakeo the Ruler
Drakeo the Ruler
Vocals
Ketchy the Great
Ketchy the Great
Vocals
Ralfy the Plug
Ralfy the Plug
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Darrell Caldwell
Darrell Caldwell
Songwriter
Devante Caldwell
Devante Caldwell
Songwriter
Navin Upamaka
Navin Upamaka
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Duse Beatz
Duse Beatz
Producer
Navin Upamaka
Navin Upamaka
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
It's the roller
I know I'm a problem
Two two three shells, if I see red and Robin Hood
Venus and Serena, all the diamonds up on my neck
I mud walked through Barney's but in Neiman's I dropped the check
[Verse 2]
Hatin' ass ****, fakin' ass ****
Always staring at my table ass ****
Get some money, **** funny, I pegged him, Al Bundy
I'm riding with antique silverware on the lunch tray
The road, Willie Nelson, you baby boy melting up in hell
But it's cold tryna horror walk with Elvis
Presley, don't test me, this modified X three
Just let the birds fly, we finna slaughter the messenger
Money on my mind, head ties like a Mexican
My wrist named the president, **** ain't pressin'
Shit sippin' on this mud, Lord said it's my destiny
**** wanna step to me, flim flam, dead on scene
[Verse 3]
**** politicking, they get popped for Twitter mentions
Dropping shells on his block and hit his mom, can see the women
Drop and walk in my pop, when I bop I take prescriptions
Hear the rubber band pop on my knots, I just hit a lick
Stop it with the scheming, stinkies have you screaming in a ditch
Knock a ****'s dreads off for talking like a bitch
Heavy metal, rock and roller, might knock at the mosh pit
In a mansion backyard, feeling like a locksmith
I'm robbin', I'm 'bout more green than a goblin
If I go broke, shit, I'm servin' my bitch tonsils
Clown ass **** remind me of Willy Wonka
Drakeo got the Drakeo, 'bout to get rid of the politics game
[Verse 4]
Stink team, it's the flu flam bleed team
Ding dong ditch, nobody's home, we finna bleed the scene
Door knock, it's the front door, stove popper
Climb through your window like the Grinch fuck your Christmas
Flu flammin', snatch your present off your wishlist
Got **** mad, all in they feelings, having bitch fits
Pouring up fours, got they hoes tryna lick dick
Please don't run up on me or we gon' flip shit
Moncler coat 'cause it get cold in the winter
**** ain't gettin' no dough, they pretending
Bust down, bust down, I know you see my neck froze
Bitch come fuck with a pimp, we can get dough, the plug
[Verse 5]
Long stockin, long stockin
Pippi Long Stockin, ****
Long stockin, long stockin
Pippi Long Stockin, Pippi Long Stockin
Long stockin, Pippi Long Stockin
****, long stockin, long stockin
I'ma air this bitch out
[Verse 6]
They be talking like, ****
Talking like they want that light, ****
I told ****, like ****
****, tell her I stood on the ropes like
I think I'm Hulk Hogan, ****
Pippi Long Stockin, hanging out, showboating, ****
[Verse 7]
Yeah, all that, **** want to jack the lingo and all that
You gotta switch it up
You know, shanaynay , Pippi Long Stockin and all that
****, I just knocked down Goliath and whoever
Debo, ****, just knocked down Brad, ****, all that, ****
[Verse 8]
****, you heard what I say?
Boy, keep a chopstick and all that for bullies nicknamed Brad
And all that, ****
Fuck, you thought you was Suge or something, ****
****, any **** I talk to, they like ****
[Verse 9]
Long stockin, long stockin
Pippi Long Stockin
****, long stockin, long stockin
I have to shut this show down, bitch
[Verse 10]
Deuce make his slaps true
Written by: Drakeo the Ruler

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