Drakeo The Ruler – Roll Bounce Lyrics

[Chorus]
You goofy ass niggas better show me my respect
I’m dranking on this yellow ’cause I ran out of the Tech
A nigga want my jewelry, it’s okay, I got a TEC
It’s roll bounce on my neck, roll bounce on my neck bitch
Roll bounce on my neck bitch
You pussy ass niggas better show me my respect
I’m dranking on this yellow ’cause I ran out of the Tech
A nigga want my jewelry, it’s okay, I got a TEC
It’s roll bounce on my neck, roll bounce on my neck bitch
Roll bounce on my neck bitch

[Verse 1]
Listen lil nigga, life is like a game of chess
It’s Pippi Longstocking and it’s in the F&N
Benjamin Franklin ain’t never been your friends
We standing on the table, you can tell who got the bands
A flu flamming nigga, I ain’t never been a scammer
I rock out in Givenchy when i’m playing heavy metal
Off a five and a perc, got me dancing with the devil
Want the demon, get the shovel, you be lyin’ to these cameras
Tag Rolex with the forces, you on fake lean busters
My next seat walking, you’ll be dead, keep talking
Niggas in these bets, it’s a mystery to find ’em
I’m flu flamming diamonds, got ’em from another climate

[Chorus]
You goofy ass niggas better show me my respect
I’m dranking on this yellow ’cause I ran out of the Tech
A nigga want my jewelry, it’s okay, I got a TEC
It’s roll bounce on my neck, roll bounce on my neck bitch
Roll bounce on my neck bitch

[Verse 2]
Let me know somethin’, I ain’t playing
Step up in the function, damn this lighting is amazing
Scuff marks on my shoes, I’m flu flamming in these Maisons
I told her, “If you love me, baby, show me with a payment”
Two milli on my views, I freestyled on “Impatient”
That’s Drakeo and the Stinc Team, god they’re amazing
Need cash money baby, I’m codeine crazy
Niggas wanna play, brains plastered on the pavement
Attention ain’t here, well this is history in the making
Talking igloos on my neck when I’m skating
A blizzard on my neck, damn baby can you take it?
Nickname me Mr. Maison, damn

[Chorus]
You goofy ass niggas better show me my respect
I’m dranking on this yellow ’cause I ran out of the Tech
A nigga want my jewelry, it’s okay, I got a TEC
It’s roll bounce on my neck, roll bounce on my neck bitch
Roll bounce on my neck bitch
Pussy ass niggas better show me my respect
I’m dranking on this yellow ’cause I ran out of the Tech
A nigga want my jewelry, it’s okay, I got a TEC
It’s roll bounce on my neck, roll bounce on my neck bitch
It’s roll bounce on my neck bitch

[Outro]
Nigga all this shit regular
I been doin’ this like, nigga it been like
Disco balls, diamonds dancing and all that nigga
I’m talkin’ about, like roller skating, like rollllllll, bounce
Know what I’m talkin’ about
Like damn baby, I’m like turn that LED light off
Like that motherf**ker was just
Boom ba, boom ba ba ba, foo flam, fo flam, oh ooh, ooh bam
You hear me?
I told her, roll bounce on my neck bitch

Drakeo The Ruler – Wrist Broke Lyrics (feat. Skeme)

[Verse 1: Drakeo the Ruler]
Damn it Daniel, I think my wrist broke
Go against the Ruler, see long ropes and pitchforks
Ugh, I guess my lingo really gets to ’em
Ten chains on me, you see me, you do the stiffarm
Lightning brighter than, I ain’t even throw my wrist on
My shoes look cleaner, why I need help tryna get on
Niggas big time rappers, why y’all ain’t got none of this shit on?
Shit nigga, this shit crazy huh?
Drakeo put the F&N down, you just a maniac
LED lights on my wrist, wish I could turn ’em down
Cooler how I’m coolin’, the Ruler, LA just like my sound
Do what I do, I can use this shit in Pakistan
Ugh, I like this shit
At the battle of the Maisons, on morse with lightning sticks
Better watch your bitch when approaching, you might get hit
Just cracked a whole break in the air, I like the scent
Damn it Daniel, I think my wrist broke
Bruce Lee kicks for niggas thinkin’ that they Kimbo
I’m him though, shit, I think my wrist froze
Bruce Lee kicks for niggas thinkin’ that they Kimbo

[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
Damn it Daniel, I think my wrist broke
I can see you panhandling, look like your wrist broken
Man let that bitch breathe, I think my wrist broke, shit
Be quiet Daniel, I think my wrist broke

[Verse 2: Skeme]
The Duke and the Ruler, we probably make your bitch a slave for them knots
She a choosy suzy, askin’ what I paid for my watch
Blow forty K, f**k out of here what my Rollie say
Rappers lyin’ like they bomin’, livin’ where they homies stay
Clean as a whistle but still ridin’ with this throwaway
Silly billies, think a nigga slippin’, shit that’s your mistake
I’m usually on they necks but if they play I’m on his throat today
We catch a body, bury a body, that shit a frozen case
Sittin’ at the top, I’m lookin’ ’round like it’s a lonely place
Think about this shit again like it’s the only place
These niggas claimin’ that they kin but we don’t know they face
Holy water flooded on my neck, make my soda shake
Weight of the world on my back but keep my shoulders straight
Realest shit that ever been said, that’s what I’m known to say
Lil homie come for what’s mine, you gettin’ blown away
Niggas actin’ like they ain’t know, I’ll make ’em know today

[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
Damn it Daniel, I think my wrist broke
I can see you panhandling, look like your wrist broken
Man let that bitch breathe, I think my wrist broke, shit
Be quiet Daniel, I think my wrist broke

Tee Grizzley – Light (feat. Lil Yachty) lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy, what’s up gang
Let me go secure the M’s for the gang
Ayy, ayy, what’s up gang
Those niggas still think it’s my fault
Ayy

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
I got that check and cigar
A lot of these niggas look lost
They broke they think it’s my fault (fuck ’em)
Want smoke? We blowing, no cough
I want the bitch, she caught
Im drippin’, I’m stuck with the sauce (good drip)
Yo bitch be fuckin’ me raw (good drip)
But she love you don’t cut yo bitch off (yo bitch)
Brand new Givenchy it’s white (that’s light)
Limited Louis, that’s light (too light)
Wraith in the city, that’s light (that’s light)
LED, look at the lights (too light)
We the ones niggas don’t like (don’t like)
But you niggas too light (too light)
Why even play with yo life? (yo, life)
Bank account looking like yikes (Bank account lookin’ like yikes)

[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
I went been feelin’ all kites
To puttin’ an M on my block
New Gucci sweater is drip (that’s drip)
Somebody give me a mop (that’s drip)
These niggas act like the cops (Like fuzz)
Gossipin’ more than the thots (nigga what?)
In jail I had stripes off the rocks (stripes)
I make you count off the rocks
These niggas think that I made it and can’t get my friends, so they wanna be opps
If I see no niggas who hatin’ and I’m in that spaceship, I’m droppin’ that top
I get that cake like my b-day ain’t no happy belated
I’m callin’ the guap
Who gave you niggas a voice
Who told you your thoughts count
GPS straight to the money
I put my niggas in route
They told me got bricks in the drop
AR with the big Mickey Mouse
You poses your lady at 12, ain’t that nice seein’ my dick in her mouth?
Candles all over the mansion
You lil niggas can’t shit on my house

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
I got that check and cigar
A lot of these niggas look lost
They broke they think it’s my fault (fuck ’em)
Want smoke? We blowing, no cough
I want the bitch, she caught
Im drippin’, I’m stuck with the sauce (good drip)
Yo bitch be fuckin’ me raw (good drip)
But she love you don’t cut yo bitch off (yo bitch)
Brand new Givenchy it’s white (that’s light)
Limited Louis, that’s light (too light)
Wraith in the city, that’s light (that’s light)
LED, look at the lights (too light)
We the ones niggas don’t like (don’t like)
But you niggas too light (too light)
Why even play with yo life? (yo, life)
Bank account looking like yikes (Bank account lookin’ like yikes)

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Fuck-fuck with-with me-me boy
Cut off your hands and your fingers
100 round in your ears with a ringer
Cock it back, watch it turn to a singer
Get it firing like this Jerry Springer
All of my niggas on go-go
Zip the AR back like the pogo
Don’t do dirty with these niggas, they popo
Had a G Wagon trap turned to rojo
Finally gave it to us in that cold-cold
Heard the hoes going’ wild down in soho
One’s black and the other one’s Mexican
Had the hoes eating dick like El Pollo
Younger than you with a Maybach
Younger than you with a Bentley
Fuckin’ your bitch from the back, got her head in a pillow, she keep yellin’ gently
Ain’t being friends with these niggas cause when i was down not a soul had sympathy
That’s how I go when you’re broke
Bitch on the boat do coke
Bitch I fucked up on my own
Not get lost on these new niggas clones
Fucked that bitch and she asked for a loan
Bitch you gon’ get that shit on your own
And nobody give me not a thing
So I spend 90k on my ring
You can see all my pain in my watch
Got my ex downing’ bottles of scotch
Walkin’ round with my hand on my crotch
Cause I’m popping and i know you not
And I know you see just how I’m livin’
You not happy with life so you sippin’
Walkin’ reeboks on treetops gettin’ hella guap
Got a big Benz like Sasquatch, are you talking shit, nigga, with a bitch?
Know it’s top notch

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
I got that check and cigar
A lot of these niggas look lost
They broke they think it’s my fault (fuck ’em)
Want smoke? We blowing, no cough
I want the bitch, she caught
Im drippin’, I’m stuck with the sauce (good drip)
Yo bitch be fuckin’ me raw (good drip)
But she love you don’t cut yo bitch off (yo bitch)
Brand new Givenchy it’s white (that’s light)
Limited Louis, that’s light (too light)
Wraith in the city, that’s light (that’s light)
LED, look at the lights (too light)
We the ones niggas don’t like (don’t like)
But you niggas too light (too light)
Why even play with yo life? (yo, life)
Bank account looking like yikes (Bank account lookin’ like yikes)

[Verse 3: Tee Grizzley]
The iPhone IG all the time (I see you)
How dare them niggas gon’ lie?
Wagyu steak, I dine (real steak)
8 oz, two 55 (real steak)
I can’t get funky with niggas, my niggas so groovy, you niggas be jives
If I ain’t had love for Meek, I woulda been trying’ to get Nicki Minaj
I need a duffle a verse, I do a hook for a dime
Put murders on FaceTime before i get to the club, nigga, look at the line
Money ain’t changed my heart but I’m smarter
I guess it changed my mind
And I take care of my hitters in prison, don’t think it’s safe inside (stab his ass)

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
I got that check and cigar
A lot of these niggas look lost
They broke they think it’s my fault (fuck ’em)
Want smoke? We blowing, no cough
I want the bitch, she caught
Im drippin’, I’m stuck with the sauce (good drip)
Yo bitch be fuckin’ me raw (good drip)
But she love you don’t cut yo bitch off (yo bitch)
Brand new Givenchy it’s white (that’s light)
Limited Louis, that’s light (too light)
Wraith in the city, that’s light (that’s light)
LED, look at the lights (too light)
We the ones niggas don’t like (don’t like)
But you niggas too light (too light)
Why even play with yo life? (yo, life)
Bank account looking like yikes (Bank account lookin’ like yikes)

Lil Toenail – Fuck Shit (Remix) (feat. Riff Raff)

[Intro: Lil Toenail]
Hello? Bitch shit the fuck up, I don’t want to hear that
Bitch don’t hit my line with that shit
Ayy, ayy

[Hook: Lil Toenail]
Please don’t hit my line with that fuck shit
Please don’t hit my line with that fuck shit
Please don’t hit my line with that fuck shit
Please don’t hit my line with that fuck shit
Fuck shit, fuck shit, fuck shit, fuck shit
Please don’t hit my line with that fuck shit
With that fuck shit, fuck shit, fuck shit, fuck shit
Please don’t hit my line with that fuck shit

[Verse 1: RiFF RaFF]
Top ten, take your top off with a [?]
[?] in my trunk sound like gorillas playing dodgeball
If your number ain’t saved, I just block you, I don’t dodge calls
[?] but I might just copped [?]
LED headlights, codeine on the [?]
I don’t drink and drive, don’t face time while you at the party
Wait til you get home then show me what you working with
Twerk a little bit but don’t twerk too much
Don’t send me videos you already posted on Snapchat
Got a movie coming out, bitch I do not rap
[?] hour nap and I’m gone off the actavis
[?] I’m thinking four leaf clover [?]
Run 5 miles at sunset in my Asics
Hate airports, private planes, even space jets
I hate cars, might move to Mars
[?] Amsterdam phone only got two bars

[Hook: Lil Toenail]
Please don’t hit my line with that fuck shit
Please don’t hit my line with that fuck shit
Please don’t hit my line with that fuck shit
Please don’t hit my line with that fuck shit
Fuck shit, fuck shit, fuck shit, fuck shit
Please don’t hit my line with that fuck shit
With that fuck shit, fuck shit, fuck shit, fuck shit
Please don’t hit my line with that fuck shit

[Verse 2: Lil Toenail]
Bitch I lick your booty but I’ll never call you back
Fuck you three times, throw my phone in the trash
Bitch I fucked your mom so you better call me dad
Don’t ever call me if your ass look fat
If you want a feature motherfucker [?]
If you want a show bitch bring me 3 racks
If you ain’t gone pay then don’t ever call me back
If you have my number, leave that shit in the past

[Hook: Lil Toenail]
Please don’t hit my line with that fuck shit
Please don’t hit my line with that fuck shit
Please don’t hit my line with that fuck shit
Please don’t hit my line with that fuck shit
Fuck shit, fuck shit, fuck shit, fuck shit
Please don’t hit my line with that fuck shit
With that fuck shit, fuck shit, fuck shit, fuck shit
Please don’t hit my line with that fuck shit