Rule #1

Uh-huh

Belt Gang shit

We jump out

What up, Head?

Just came back from Atlanta and took my baby on a drill

Gotta kill, on the same shit, just rich and got a deal

My opps in the locker room, they ain't never in the field

He got spanked for all that playin', he don't know this shit for real

We been seein' for a hour, he don't know we in a rush

Like this comment, he be under opps post, you know it's up

Got a AR in my Goose, dude come out, he better duck

Tez backseat with a Drake, I'ma jump off from the front

**** workin', you can't send me to the store

I'm a boss, new crib, and they got a gardener for it

I got sauce, two Percs, it's gon' make my high rise

We in the loft, in the chase, jumped out on 'em

Ain't nobody gettin' caught, me and Wop

Finna catch another hat, but he ran

Bitch, I'm trim, hopped out with some Spider-on

I'm the man, call a threat, he gon' spank his whole cap

For a band, miss his face, we gon' run that **** over

This a ram, ****

Rule number one, throw a button on your Glock

**** playin' with them locs, I ain't Kai, send that drop (Kai Cenat)

Rule number two, switchy jam, bring a chop

Drop your window, start blowin', soon as **** hit the block

He finna pull up to his crib, we gon' catch him while he parkin'

My bitch just pulled down with a K, I ain't never mess with carbon

He just called me on the 'Gram, I ain't really into arguin'

Soon as doggy think it's dead, we gon' pull up in the Charger

If I ain't active in the stoop, then I'm tryna catch a body

I just left and went OT, made seven like I'm Kwani

One of the guys back door gon' kill my brother like I'm Ronnie

In the striker with a switch, Head trailing right behind me

Just pulled a hundred out the bank, yeah, free my **** Kee

We ain't never met Dougie, but all my **** gotta be

A **** try to take my J, we gon' put him on a T

Dude just got his man smoked, he wasn't even in the beef

I just blew a **** down, finna scratch off from the scene

Took his mag, I'ma call that **** Jalen, 'cause he green

Shot the mug off his face, he was actin' like he mean

In Ann Arbor, but he got his ass popped, it's a lean, ****

Rule number one, throw a button on yo' Glock

**** playin' with them locs, I ain't Kai, send that drop

Rule number two, switchy jam, bring a top

Drop yo' window, start blowin', soon as **** hit the block