The Ruler - Cate

Mud spillin' in the Dawn This a chop, this a stick, bro, which one you want? Finna do a nigga sleazy, we tore down Neimans Niggas wanna be me, all these bitches meat-eaters Hit her with the meat cleaver, this a streetsweeper Somebody needs to call the Airbnb people I hit her with the meat cleaver, this a streetsweeper Somebody needs to call the Airbnb people (Ron-Ron do that shit) Ten bricks in the car, ten bricks in the house Ten sticks in the car, ten whips in thе yard Ten niggas finna tell, ten niggas scarеd of jail I just bought ten shooters, finna pay they bail Ten bricks in the car, ten bricks in the house Ten sticks in the car, ten whips in the yard Ten niggas finna tell, ten niggas scared of jail I just bought ten shooters, can you pay they bail? On the dance floor, you know I got strong moves Ain't finna go back and forth with these old niggas If it don't fit a drum, I cannot use it Don't give a fuck about parole, I am not stupid Spin a block, finna give a nigga rock music What's the hate for? Niggas wearin' fake clothes Roll bounce, make it glitter, make it rainbow This a case closed, niggas better not say nothin' Ten bricks in the car, ten bricks in the house Ten sticks in the car, ten whips in the yard Ten niggas finna tell, ten niggas scared of jail I just bought ten shooters, finna pay they bail Ten bricks in the car, ten bricks in the house Ten sticks in the car, ten whips in the yard Ten niggas finna tell, ten niggas scared of jail I just bought ten shooters, can you pay they bail? Back up on my old shit, Mr. Mosely Pourin' eights of codeine, niggas better know this I grab genie from the block, we finna slow dance This nina kiss a nigga when it's time to romance Bet a million niggas gon' repeat this song after Shots fired, nigga couldn't find his phone after I don't own my masters, don't be target practice I bought F&Ns for everybody, all the rappers Ten bricks in the car, ten bricks in the house Ten sticks in the car, ten whips in the yard Ten niggas finna tell, ten niggas scared of jail I just bought ten shooters, finna pay they bail Ten bricks in the car, ten bricks in the house Ten sticks in the car, ten whips in the yard Ten niggas finna tell, ten niggas scared of jail I just bought ten shooters, can you pay they bail? They know what the truth is, niggas know what's goin' on, nigga Ten bricks in the car, ten sticks in the car, ten whips in the yard Niggas know what the truth is I just bought ten shooters, can you pay they bail? Stop playin' with me Ten whips in the yard Ten sticks in the car

Eye of the tiger (Thank You Fizzle) Shit, we know the truth (Smoov, what's good, baby?) Freeze or get shot by the Rastas Tough dude, he got cops on his roster Thought I was just a street punk 'til they popped him Willy Burger, got a tough nigga brains on my Glock here Slidin', I'm tryna find my mind 'cause I lost it Re-chalked him, he layin' in the crosswalk Gas up, we was playin', he was off guard I put 87 rounds in his smart car Freeze or get shot by the Rastas He actin' tough, he got cops on his roster Thought I was just a street punk 'til I popped him The bomber, Saddam Hussein, I'm Bin Laden Freeze or get shot by the Rastas Tough nigga, he got cops on his roster Thought I was just a street punk 'til I popped him The bomber, Saddam Hussein, I'm Bin Laden Shit, nigga Got the eye of the tiger, I'm Rocky Shit, nigga Bought 'em all Kawasakis, get ridin' When I'm on demon time, I get violent When I'm carryin' this fin, I'm a monster Shit, nigga I'll part the Red Sea, I'm a prophet Shit I wish a nigga would like I'm Cosmo and Wanda Chops came from Timmy Turner, Chip Skylark His feelings from his heart, left his brains on the sidewalk I'm gon' have to get a lil' crazy, ain't my fault I had to spit a lil' paint on the drywall I just made a tough nigga quote the Bible I'll make a tough bitch turn nice like Ronda Rousey He Einstein, I'ma hit him with rocket power That's for all the fake tough face and them boxing stances It's a banana in the clip, he couldn't box chimpanzees I wanna let the K off, but my watch keep dancing I bought a Glock 17 'cause the shots is faster They like, "Drakeo such a fool, he forgot his manners" Glocks, drums, all type of fun Opps, blood all on my clothes Watch these niggas, they all act like hoes Dancing like strippers, everybody touch your toes Freeze or get shot by the Rastas He actin' tough, he got cops on his roster Thought I was just a street punk 'til I popped him The bomber, Saddam Hussein, I'm Bin Laden Freeze or get shot by the Rastas Tough nigga, he got cops on his roster Thought I was just a street punk 'til I popped him The bomber, Saddam Hussein, I'm Bin Laden Shit, nigga Got the eye of the tiger, I'm Rocky Shit, nigga Bought 'em all Kawasakis, get ridin' When I'm on demon time, I get violent When I'm carryin' this fin, I'm a monster Shit, nigga I'll part the Red Sea, I'm a prophet Shit I wish a nigga would like I'm Cosmo and Wanda Shit, nigga, I wish a nigga would, like, for real, like I wish a nigga would, all Turners, Timmy Turners These niggas Chip Skylark and all that Yeah, it's the last song, nigga I don't know, November something, dog It was the last time I was in SoCal, I don't, uh I had to tell that nigga freeze or get shot by the Rastas Tough nigga, he got cops on his roster Ooh, all the cops he got Know what I'm sayin', these niggas cap, these niggas just all that, nigga You gotta keep up though, like I am this shit though, like These niggas wouldn't be shit without me, nigga And don't you ever fucking forget that, nigga Nigga, I am LA, nigga Sheesh, yeah, that's my shit

Three, two shots got a bitch feelin' risky Saweetie, how it feel doing numbers? I put rims on a hot pink Honda Lip gloss on, it's a pretty bitch summer Take it how you wanna, I put it on my mama I heard around town, I'm the baddest ever Bitches love sayin' how they fave did it better Hatin' hoes link up, they be mad together I could do the splits with the hundreds spreadin' better Knew the head was special, he giving brain like a geek Dior cologne, that shit'll bring out the freak Fuck a fake nigga and a pick-me bitch Mouth slick, lunatic, leave a dirty dick sick, huh I'm Mrs. Untouchable, I'm like a Lunchable Play like it's all fun and games 'til I'm done with you Someone approachable, I'm unregrettable Bitches is all talk, this ain't no interview Ooh, all that drama and that gossip, he can miss me Ooh, how the hell a broke nigga try to fix me? Pretty bitch summer, got the whole gang mixy Three, two shots got a bitch feelin' risky A hundred down the 110 get her sideways I told the bitch, "It's my way or the highway" Double-parked in driveways, on the five K's That Instagram shit was cute, we'll tape his block later Laugh now cry later, there goes another clout chaser I seen that lil' shit you was uppin', it wasn't 'bout Nathan If you don't wanna war with the don, then bye baby If we talkin' 'bout my wrist and my neck, the price was outrageous Bling Blaow at night, I could stare at Mei Ling callin' You know these hoes go back and forth, bro let's ping pong her Tree hogger, should've stayed up on her knees longer It's the sleepwalker, heard she got the feet caller, ugh This fit is outrageous, don't ask what it cost nigga Two .9s in the car, heard about us, we mosh people When the ice hit the light, even made Ray Charles see me Nigga ain't no keepin' up, what is y'all thinkin'? Workin' overtime, yeah, I barely see my sheets, huh I'm finer than your bitch, and I ain't getting beauty sleep Gotta hit it with it, if you tryna get to me 'Cause my schedule fillin' up, I'm booking summer to the spring Ain't nobody goin' harder, heard 'bout you and so-and-so But it's a difference between a puppet and who run the show I walked in Magic City bustin' bands, lettin' hunnids go All this ice drippin' on my body like a runny nose Ask me what my life like now Cosmo and Vogue covers, up the price right now Princess, snap my fingers, get that right, right now Fat ass, 4.0, making me proud My jewelry outrageous, don't ask me what it cost me Two dimes in the backseat sippin' on dark liquor Ice hit the light, even make Ray Charles see me Bitch, ain't no keepin' up, what is y'all thinkin'? Ooh, all that drama and that gossip, he can miss me Ooh, how the hell a broke nigga try to fix me? Pretty bitch summer, got the whole gang mixy Three, two shots got a bitch feelin' risky Ooh, all that drama and that gossip, he can miss me Ooh, how the hell a broke nigga try to fix me? Pretty bitch summer, got the whole gang mixy Three, two shots got a bitch feelin' risky Pretty Bitch Music

You off serving three pills The Glock by the steering wheel You must think you Obama, huh? You ridin' 'round causin' problems You think nobody gon' solve 'em You think you John Gotti, huh? You wanna hit him in his brain Then go and get a change of paint He think this Grand Theft Auto You steady actin' like a boss Nigga, you only half a star But this ain't Grand Theft Auto, though You ridin' 'round with a chopper You wanna hit him and his mama You think this Grand Theft Auto, huh? 'Stead you hit him and his friends Then post it all on Instagram You think this Grand Theft Auto, huh? You off ten different pills Then cryin' 'bout, why I'm up in jail? 'Cause this ain't Grand Theft Auto, foe And now you cryin' 'cause he told Your killer went out like a ho Yeah, this ain't Grand Theft Auto, huh? You think this Grand Theft Auto, huh? You think this Grand Theft Auto, huh? You must think this Grand Theft Auto, huh? Shit, nigga I think this Grand Theft Auto, bitch I'm finna ball out at the club And shoot it up if niggas mug I think this Grand Theft Auto I think life a game You all on side of me, like, bitch, you wanna race My life is Grand Theft Auto I'm off all type of drugs Tell my P.O. hold dick and the judge I think this Grand Theft Auto I'm a rockstar Just crashed another Bentley in the wall I think this Grand Theft Auto You wanna bang, I wanna ball But I'll slime you up in Gucci in the mall I think this Grand Theft Auto Now we up in Neiman Marcus Put some money on your head, now you a target I think this Grand Theft Auto Nigga, what you wanna do? It's really who I'm finna shoot? I think this Grand Theft Auto Nigga, what you wanna do? It's really who I'm finna shoot? I think this Grand Theft Auto Nigga, that, nigga, this, nigga livin' this life Man, it's 2020 out here Niggas out here thuggin', but Shit, man, nigga If he thuggin', don't be cryin' about the pills and all that, man Niggas be crazy out here, man Shit Nigga done shot ten niggas on camera Cryin' about, why I'm up in jail? and all that, nigga Nigga, you shot a nigga in front of the police station, bro Whining and shit, nigga Niggas be clowns, dawg Nigga, if you thuggin', then you thuggin' Man, nigga Stop tellin', stop tellin' the truth, nigga This ain't Grand Theft Auto, foe It sound cool, though, this is real life Grand Theft Auto shit is cool, though 'Til a nigga get in jail and niggas cryin' Man, Free Drakeo, he ain't do nothin' wrong Sheesh Damn, like that, Joog? Can you fly the hook back in now, Joog? You must think this Grand Theft Auto, huh? (Thank you for using GTL)

Hanging out the window, I'm a nutso, klepto Big 40 bulgin', tell me who gon' really bust, though? Heard it was beef, so I brought shit that got nuts on it Preachin' the word, I might be Creflo, hell no Shit gettin' ugly, might have to pour this Mello Yello Sheesh! I'm riding with a felony Niggas is jokes, who cosigned 'em, Bill Bellamy? "The Stinc Team, they gettin' real dollars," bitch, you tellin' me This $50K in real life, fuck all that shit you sellin' me Everybody eatin', smoothie on Big Pun mode Drakeo got that Draco, the fuck I'ma run for? Everybody tough until them guns go "blaow-blaow!" Ralfy, you blindin' me, lil' nigga think he pow-wow Big juice cup, lil' nigga, I'm magic, Don Juan, ugh Man, these niggas with the talkin' Poured in a foreign, oops, I almost Paul Walker-ed Niggas thought it was a joke when I came in with the stockings Hopping out the Batmobile, Bruce Wayne, I'm robbin' Yeah, I'm ill, though, what's the deal, though? Want to rep the Stinc Team, well, hop out and kill somethin' Rollie on my wrist came from long nights of hard thuggin' The acronym is F&N, I ain't really with that bar tusslin' Nigga, fuck the studio, I'm really in the yard thuggin' Pull up on Naomi, fifty niggas in the yard clutchin' We all got Givenchy in my pocket It's 'bout fifty niggas talkin' 'bout they robbed me Bruh, these niggas so silly In the field, rap ain't payin' no bills, it's getting tricky And on top of that, I'm poured and my fingers is gettin' itchy When you see me in the club, niggas know I'm Money Mitch-ing Wrist breaker in the club, it cost me a pretty penny Actin' like they want to get me, niggas playin' like they with it Shoot it with a pussy nigga, hope he find another kidney Pouring fives in the soda, tryna buy another kidney I'm a baller and she know I'll never call unless it's offered Natural breaking gang, no, I'm never faking I got gate scrapes on Maisons My nephew named Mason, who really want to say shit? What's that in your wallet? Shit, bald-head Jasons Ridin' in all black, but the whip Caucasian On the gang that I claim, I just made the roof brainless That's the 2 Greedy Stinc Team, and we don't do no playin' Wake him up, shake him up, chopper make him go ugh Mayday! Man down! I guess he thought he was Suge Run up on Drakeo, shit, I wish a nigga would He must not value life, but, shit, I guess it's understood What's the deal, though? Man, who real, though? It's the Ruler, everybody gotta feel for Oh, you gon' ride for me? Oh, you gon' kill for me? Pull up to this block right here 'cause we for real thuggin' Boom, boom, boom, boom, let that bitch rip If I could write a movie, I would recreate The Exorcist I'm heaven-sent, nigga think twice who you messin' with Givin' niggas hell, 'cause up top, they said the beds was full, shit Crazy, ain't that shit crazy? All this rap beef and sneak dissin' is amazing Silly-ass niggas, please get your Bin Laden up Woofin' to a nigga like I got a million followers Drakeo, calm down, time to turn this to the Holocaust Niggas know who brought the guns, niggas know who havin' fun 'Cause if I call you-know-who, you know the job is done, ugh Come on, this shit regular So cold I do 'em, man Shit, thought I fucked the streets up, but it's regular What'd I say on that other shit? I said what's that in your noggin, ha, no, no, I didn't What'd I say, I said what's that in your wallet, bald-headed Jasons? Nigga don't even carry wallets, all that Man, we ain't with all that sneak dissing, all that shit niggas be doin' Niggas know what time it is, niggas know it's regular Come on, y'all heard me, I'm the truth All that, nigga, slide in the fifty, slide in a Jag Let me know where I'm lying at Come on, let's stop playing, nigga Niggas already got a new rumor Seen 7-18 thugging in the county, niggas know what's up Ahh, tell 'em it go like this I'll beat your big homie up That's how you get that nigga, ugh Come on, stop playing Nigga, you know this shit regular, alright Nigga, shit I'm Mr. Everything, nigga, let's be real Okay, a nigga been had that, been had On some Jawar shit, been had, been had, been had, been had, nigga That nigga said he asked if it's a presi and Obama started laughin' Man, these niggas know the deal, though Free all my niggas, free Rozzy, free Flaco, Nutty Shit, Keeda, Moneybag, free Lucc', Joe, D-Rock, PK, shit Man, free all my niggas, though