IngleWeird - Drakeo The Ruler

Niggas ain’t gettin no money

Man this shit gettin ingleweird

I ain’t fuckin' with these niggas

Nigga I’m the don, turn the whole Cali against you

Tie a nigga up, he hang over, you be black

Hunnid out the chop, try to box, he’ll get whacked up

Bruce Lee kicks on the mop knock his plugs out

He’s a cult member, hang him up like a coat then

Jenny from the block make him rock like we slow dancin'

The ruler I’m the don, niggas know that im a foolie

It’s Forgis on the Dawn, only poor people buy Rucci

In eight months for beatin' life, I got a million for

Talibans and they blood huntin', spinnin' with his koufi

Shoot somethin', thy don’t even be outsid for me to do nothin'

I’m wearin' two kilos, get him whacked for a c-note

Think I’m Weezy F. Baby, Ice Cream and Go DJ

The fireman I burnt him, we ain’t tryna hit him

When we pull up to them trenches with them foolies

Turnin' party gang members into witnesses who man is this?

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How you join a gang when you 25?

Drakeo do they know with you it’s do or die?

And when you fry all yo' opps make it supersized

I think this nigga mad 'cause my jeweler Rami

They let me in the club when my toolie hot

Stone a nigga quick I medusafied him

Get down, thirty three shots Scotty pip out

Spin laps, turn the suburbs of Inglewood to a gym factory

Just dance, Brian here, pussy nigga jump man

The stinc team run LA, you gotta come better

Please take yo' hollow chains back to your one jeweler

It’s time to set the play up I’m a punt kicker

No name niggas always wanna be a part of somethin'

Since niggas want a handout, I gotta let him hold a hunnid

Know a lot of niggas told in Inglewood, ya’ll condone snitchin'

I just dropped fifty on a blind nigga he ain’t see it comin'

Keep the homie name out yo' mouth or white sheets be covered

Blow a nigga toppins' off of bread, it’s a pizza party

Niggas cold as fuck even with a boosie feature

Bygones be bygones, that wouldn’t even do for jesus

Niggas sweet as buttercups turn his ass to reeses pieces

Left a massacre at Neimans, If a pile was left than clean it

You can take it how you want to, receive it I’m a demon

Inglewood niggas weenies, I’ma felon, you a preacher

Talk to me, I was poppin' 'fore I had the Drake feature

Shout Aubrey that’s my nigga, realer than a lot of niggas

Don’t run up on me with my jewelry I be quick to pop a nigga

Dread heads in the car, got some top shottas with me

Uh shit