Bands - Drakeo The Ruler

You already know what’s goin' on, it’s all love

Ayy, shout out OhGeesy, all that

You know what’s goin' on, long live Ketchy the Great

We know the truth, nigga

Man

Shots out the chop, his body drop, I just start laughin'

Another police dead, his last words, «We should call captain»

Look, bro, my Draco a real spitter, he should start rappin'

He runnin' from the finance company, he’s a carjacker

Don’t at me on the 'Gram if you ain’t prepared to be a pallbearer

I’m ridin' with this 40, left him stretched, he had a tall can

Ain’t been where I been if you ain’t never had a Walkman

Grab the icepick out a nice sock, then it was yard down

Big bands, I sit and bick back, look at her chinstrap

Mei Ling and Su Yung, I know they itchin' for some get-back

Big facts, I let the K off, almost got whiplash

Drakeo just did the «Bands» beat, run that shit back

Big drums, I’m holdin' Big Pun when I bring the terror

The only reason he got a gun by him 'cause he a sheriff

Police-ass niggas could never sit with the mayor

Mardi Gras, see the tits, we came here for Jerry, Jerry

Very scary when these tips go in circles like Mary, Mary

When he see me, all the liquid he dropped was canary yellow

I’m a demon in my head, when I’m spittin', I’m very subtle

All gas when I step the booth, my foot’s very heavy

Niggas sweet as Ben &Jerry's, leave 'em in a cemetery

I don’t need a pen and paper, niggas know just what I’m sayin'

Bitch, I bought a stupid chop, it didn’t come in with a brain in it

What the fuck these niggas thinkin'?

I’m untouchable

Unfuckwitable, how he did him was despicable

I’m a danger in the coupe, yell, Mystikal

Despicable me, I put him on a tee

Even think about these chains, leave him like Lilo and Stitch

Keep loadin' clips, nigga, we know he dead

Cheese on his head, nigga, leave him with rats

Now he’s a pack me on the way to the bank

Do Drakeo the Ruler run the city?

What you think?

Ugh, that was nothin'

The K keep bustin', nigga, I should’ve bought a muzzle

We ain’t finna scuffle, know you be with Archie Bunker

I keep a thumper when I bump her 'cause I don’t trust her

Call in ten, bro, your girl in good hands, I know you love her

Is this Drakeo?

You fuckin' my bitch?

No, wrong number, nigga

What the fuck you got goin' on, nigga?

Niggas know the truth

You know what’s goin' on

Bands, always runnin' up them bands

Dick ain’t hard, that’s a thirty in my pants

Ugh

Nigga, long live the Great

So Cold I Do Em, we on 2

Bands, bands, bands, bands