[Intro: Drakeo The Ruler]
Still chasin' n***as in Fendi outfits, this shit regular, you feel me?
You can't run from this
N***a, twin turbo
Anyway, free all my n***as
Keep my name out your mouth
I don't know you n***as

[Verse 1: Drakeo the Ruler]
Why they call you Drakeo?
Man, pull that K out
We turn gangsta rappers to Pastor Mase 'round
Arabs
Say now, say now
Still doin' them things up on them PayPals
Cake how
Them my peoples, though
Slid through Bandcamp and mudwalked through Neiman's floor
If you ain't got no bucks for the Ruler then you can hit the door
I'll throw twenty bands right now, who really need the dough?
You rap n***as pitiful, I know you in to snitch
They wanna nail Mr. Big Bank Uchie but can't get a case
The only thing they can get f'really from me is a chase plan
Playing hide-and-go-seek in the field until I find a safe
Now it's green leprechauns just jumpin' all in my face
And the mama and Betty Crocker fightin' now I be gettin' cake
It's my money, I need it now, I did the Diddy shake
Kickin' doors in a bitch n***a house, fuck your real estate
Clear as day, I'm sure n***as know, shit, I be gettin' cake
Don't ask where the GLE parked, just know it's in the last
Clear as day, I'm sure n***as know, shit, I be gettin' cake
Don't ask where the GLE parked, they know [?]
[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
They wonder why they call me Drakeo
Was told to carry life sentence, don't talk about what my name, ho
And keep my name up out your mouth, the coroner said it's a case closed
We pull up back-to-back foreigns, moppin' out with a Draco (Shit, for real)
They wonder why they call me Drakeo
Was told to carry life sentence, don't talk about what my name, ho
And keep my name up out your mouth, the coroner said it's a case closed
We pull up back-to-back foreigns, moppin' out with a Draco

[Verse 2: Drakeo the Ruler]
They wonder why they call me Drakeo, Drakeo, Drakeo, Drakeo, Drakeo
I'm mudwalkin' in Neiman's spending this Play-Doh
A hundred-thousand worth GLE, I'm so thankful
Don't get it fucked up I'm still Mr. Ungrateful
Hateful, blateful, I'm Wesley Snipes in Blade clothes
Hit up my n***as and pins, we chattin' on Tango
These rappers are sweet, they grapefruit, attitude mango
Killers on standby ready to war with Adolf
Osama Bin Laden, these 360 cameras, I'm cautious
Poured up a five, and poppin' these Percs, I'm nauseous
Typhus kid, my face is wearing a stocking
Kill all that tough shit, my n***as the real robbers
Ding dong ditch, you dealin' with real flockers
You a family guy, have a sit-down with Bill Cosby
You know Al Capone? 2016 the new mobsters
A Bathing Ape in the jungle with zero tolerance
I'm totin' a K, you know it's equipped with a muzzle on it
You know that's Drakeo, he don't conduct with buster homies
The homies hate Drakeo, I don't care, I still fuck with homie
Get a whip 100,000 and then you can come fuck with me
[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
They wonder why they call me Drakeo
Was told to carry life sentence, don't talk about what my name, ho
And keep my name up out your mouth, the coroner said it's a case closed
We pull up back-to-back foreigns, moppin' out with a Draco (Shit, for real)
They wonder why they call me Drakeo
Was told to carry life sentence, don't talk about what my name, ho
And keep my name up out your mouth, the coroner said it's a case closed
We pull up back-to-back foreigns, moppin' out with a Draco
Shit
They wonder why they call me Draco

[Outro]
A n***a post twenty bands
So? So? A n***a post thirty
"It's the same money from yesterday"
Shut the fuck up talkin' to me, n***a, if you ain't gettin' to what I'm gettin' to, n***a, stop talkin' to me, n***a
N***a, fat loafs, n***a
Fuck you talkin' 'bout it's the same money, n***a?
Obviously you don't see how I'm gettin' it
Fuck you mean? Fuck you talkin' 'bout, n***a?
Weird-ass n***a
It's a thirty-piece, n***a
Fuck outta here, bitch
N***a, it's thirty on the floor, bitch, come holler at me
N***a
Bitch-ass n***a, thirty on the floor