lirik lagu drakeo the ruler – idk why
[verse 1: drakeo the ruler]
if it’s beef on the plate, you’ll get chipped like a bowl of nachos
a hundred shots and the next one’s with johnny bravo
long convos with ben frank and miley cyrus
both of my wrists, b~tch, ‘ll blind every one inside here
sticks with high beams i promise you don’t want to fight me
put his head in a box like he on a ip
a movie, spike lee, a pizza party, peter piper
call your girlfriend she cheating on you
sh~t, we laughing at ’em, all my opps need baths to use a rest room
wayne gretzky, the ice on me in lethal weapon
moves from tekken on ryu kicker, jet~li
hadouken, stupid chop it ain’t past school
hit my opps “finally come outside”, we should pass through there
heard little pooh bear, got metal rides and dirty screws in stupid ru’ really
a b~tch can’t get a happy meal from me
jack and gill callin’, that’s the pills callin’
[hook: drakeo the ruler]
i don’t know why these p~ssy n~ggas think it’s sweet with me
i don’t know why you even call yourself competin’ with me
i don’t know why they keep mistakin’ me for mister tee and sh~t
he’s a clown but we turned him to a cheeto man today
i don’t know why these p~ssy n~ggas think it’s sweet with me
i don’t know why you even call yourself competin’ with me
i don’t know why they keep mistakin’ me for mister tee and sh~t
he’s a clown but we turned him to a cheeto man today
(sh~t)
i don’t know why they keep mistakin’ me for mister tee and sh~t
(sh~t)
he’s a clown but we turned him to a cheeto man today
(for real)
i don’t know why these p~ssy n~ggas think it’s sweet with me (its not)
i don’t know why you even call yourself competin’ with me, n~gga
[verse 2: grindhard e]
grindhard
muddy ass pop i’m drinkin’ tris today
i just made 20k, i’m feelin’ rich today
the way i’m feelin’, i might take a n~gga b~tch today
hood n~gga, i just made a sale at a chick filet
i don’t cut your time, man, the roll i made, was minute made
auntie called, i asked her “please, please, please, can you save the drank?”
fiend textin’ “please, hurry up!”, i still make him wait
passin’ out testers to the fiends, givin’ tenths away
can’t believe that i’ve seen some opps, i let em get away
came to cali’, flint too hot; i came to la
…i had to get away
i ain’t bring none’ my n~ggas with me it’s just me and bae
i don’t know who be in bullsh~t more it’s between twin and k
when i go to slide i don’t know, which one to use i always hesitate
glock, fn, plr or i should i grap the ‘k?
it don’t matter which one i grab ’cause they gon’ die anyway
a two, fo’, a six or should i pour a eight?
wock’, pie, hi~tec, tris and martin groth, i love all the drank
can’t figure if the love real or is it really fake
should i stash my money in the safe or should i play the bank?
f~ck it, i’ma leave the crib with no money and see what i make
hold up, do some pie in a 20 ounce sprite [?]
[?]like f~ck the house today
some advice, if you in the trap with that b~tch on you, keep it off and safe
[hook: drakeo the ruler]
i don’t know why these p~ssy n~ggas think it’s sweet with me
i don’t know why you even call yourself competin’ with me
i don’t know why they keep mistakin’ me for mister tee and sh~t
he’s a clown but we turned him to a cheeto man today
i don’t know why these p~ssy n~ggas think it’s sweet with me
i don’t know why you even call yourself competin’ with me
i don’t know why they keep mistakin’ me for mister tee and sh~t
he’s a clown but we turned him to a cheeto man today
(sh~t)
i don’t know why they keep mistakin’ me for mister tee and sh~t
(sh~t)
he’s a clown but we turned him to a cheeto man today
(for real)
i don’t know why these p~ssy n~ggas think it’s sweet with me (its not)
i don’t know why you even call yourself competin’ with me, n~gga
[verse 3: slo~be]
ay, why the f~ck you try to call yourself competin’ with me, n~gga
heard his ass tryna fight, 40 beatin’ on a n~gga
i just left 2~1, and get some green from my sister
cudi gotta peel a life sentence, blood gotta fight the system
ay ay, boy, it’s a new chop
a limb sh~t? tryna hit your melon, watch your rooftop!
put a switch on a 22. now it’s a new glock
d~mn, it’s gon’ go off
n~gga, i ain’t worried ’bout a sucker, boy, pop it off
ay ay, b~tch, take yo’ panties off
n~gga, we keep spinnin’ ’round this b~tch ’til we take you off
lil cudi’ll get him dizzy with this chop, n~gga, you actin’ soft
ay ay, b~tch, what’s the program
n~gga, i’m from 9 gill, i don’t know them
ohh weeh, i ain’t trippin’, we got them poles in
got 30 but you can hold ten
ay ay, b~tch, what’s the program
n~gga, i’m from 9 gill, i don’t know them
ohh weeh, i ain’t trippin’, we got them poles in
got 30 but you can hold ten
(why the f~ck you try to call yourself competin’ with me, n~gga
heard his ass tryna fight, 40 beatin’ on a n~gga
i just left 2~1, and get some green from my sister
cudi gotta peel a life sentence, blood gotta fight the system)
[hook]
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