[Intro: Drakeo the Ruler]
Move how I say, put a drum on a n***a
Ayy, wrap this bitch up, I'm finna mummy a n***a
Killers on standby and they come with a jiffy
A hundiddy in the chop, but it came with fifty
I'll flatline a n***a, ask, God is my witness
N***as say they send shots, but apparently missed me
BandCamp, lil' n***a, I came in with a stiffler
He got [?], got me nailin' his sister (Mike done did it, he make it, I'ma kill him)

[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
I came in the club with a drum on me
I can't love a bitch 'cause I'm cold hearted
Put him on the menu 'cause he stole from me
Get a n***a whacked, don't write a song on it
I came in the club with a drum on me
I can't love a bitch 'cause I'm cold hearted
Put him on the menu 'cause he stole from me
Get a n***a whacked, don't write a song 'bout it

[Verse 1: PettyPetty]
Ayy
Fifty-ball and it's coming with a stick on it
N***a dumb if he thinking he my big homie
Couple styrofoam, and I keep the blick on me
A n***a got a couple pounds, flip the script on him
I need all that
I just fucked a n***a bitch, please don't call back
Blues falling on the court when we ballin'
Got some strips, add it up, it was all mad
Glock and it's all bad
Keep the Glock on me, enter twenty mud
Yeah, my n***a took a Perc', then he threw it up
Like some gang signs
I just fucked a bad bitch with no hangtime
I'ma put him on the menu if he say somethin'
[?] pinky shit real, these is play guns (Damn)
.223, when I shoot it, I'ma fade away
Thugging in the streets, yeah, I made a way
Yah, yah
[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler & 1TakeJay]
I came in the club with a drum on me
I can't love a bitch 'cause I'm cold hearted
Put him on the menu 'cause he stole from me
Get a n***a whacked, don't write a song 'bout it
I came in the club with a drum on me
I can't love a bitch 'cause I'm cold hearted
Put him on the menu 'cause he stole from me (Wait, hol' up, I'ma finna turn this bitch up)
Get a n***a whacked, don't write a song 'bout it

[Verse 2: 1TakeJay]
I ain't talkin' 'bout no fuckin' fruit, but I just ordered berries
Spikes on the top, but the bottom look like Bloody Mary
Thirty hundreds on a pair of shoes, this shit getting scary
I'll blow a n***a life savings if somebody dare me
I heard your lil' songs, they was sweet, but that ain't how you living (It ain't)
Should've said she was your bitch, I done already did it
I can't argue with you, you just pulled up in a Honda Civic
Who keep letting bums in the party? I said "strictly bitches"
Got your bitch on the menu, she hot and ready
She an expert with the meat like she work at a deli
Too many bitches calling, can't keep up, this shit getting hectic
Bad bitches only, I can't let no weak bitch text me (That's out)

[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
I came in the club with a drum on me
I can't love a bitch 'cause I'm cold hearted
Put him on the menu 'cause he stole from me
Get a n***a whacked, don't write a song 'bout it
I came in the club with a drum on me
I can't love a bitch 'cause I'm cold hearted
Put him on the menu 'cause he stole from me
Get a n***a whacked, don't write a song 'bout it