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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Drakeo the Ruler
Drakeo the Ruler
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Darrell Caldwell
Darrell Caldwell
Songwriter
Tomone Demetrius Cross
Tomone Demetrius Cross
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Remedy
Remedy
Producer

Lyrics

Mm, this some other shit
Wildin' out, show up to the function with the scoreboard
Man these pussy **** got me up in war mode
I ain't going back and forth with a cornball
Boy this 40 ounce bounce like a porno
Pizza party, not delivery, this DiGiorno
I finna put 90 shots in his torso
Caught him at the stop and go, lock and load, no warnings
He's a rapper but I made his hip rock N' roll
Cold devil, I'm walking through hell with chinchillas on
They gon' drop yellow liquor when they hear this song
Dog eat dog world, 44 year old bulls barkin'
This gon' have the whole hood talking
I be with real killers, they don't send pop shots
This sound like a Hundiddy Bop Bop
Mariachi drum made a **** cha-cha
Dissin' on the net, all he heard was pop, pop
I'm from the Stinc Team, we don't do weenies
Poof, be gone, look it's Houdini
Okay, you got deal but who jewels better?
Had to serve his ass the newsletter, this ain't that
We'll be pulling through his stu' if he don't state facts
All you heard was K rounds in the playback
Mops dragging on the floor, where the Ajax?
All you heard was pussies yellin' out "Stay down"
I be with real killers, they don't send pop shots
This sound like a Hundiddy Bop Bop
Mariachi drum made a **** cha-cha
Dissin' on the net, all he heard was pop, pop
****
I be with real killers, they don't send pop shots
This sound like a Hundiddy Bop Bop
Mariachi drum made a **** cha-cha
Dissin' on the gang, all he heard was pop, pop
Shit ****, we know the truth
We ain't doing all that ****, all that tough-ass shit in the booth
**** all you heard was pop, pop on the playback you hear me?
We know the truth, man keep my name outcha mouth man
They keep disrespecting me, put some respect on this shit ****
You already know the deal long live Jamion Davis
Yeah, dissin' on the gang all he heard was pop, pop
Mariachi drums made him do cha cha
**** I hit this whole floor
**** all that shit was spray paintin', **** all on the wall
(Oh Lord, everything)
**** was wildin' out
****
(Pull up right here) if you look **** bullet hole right here
Written by: Darrell Caldwell, Remedy
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