Black Buttons - Drakeo The Ruler

Oh shit, nigga

Mhm

(Census, what you cookin'?)

This biz' internet money and that, I get lot of

Three-hundred fifty thousand up in jewelry, am I caught up?

Another eighty-thousand in the booth, you actin' starstruck

I hand out hundreds to my killers if I think my name was brought up

The Bentley double parked but we gon' wait 'cause you ain’t 'bout nothin'

The boy be bleedin' dead up on his block if he keep clout chasing Pump fakin'

'bout nothing, none of my opps make it

You know my rank, when you see me, bitch, about face me

Niggas tried to press the button on me, I came out on top

Three-fifty on my neck, you in my car, I could’ve bought a house

I went and dropped fifty, poof, be gone, oops, there goes all my opps

If you ain’t getting no money, what is we talking 'bout?

Oh shit, nigga

They throwin' fragrance in the building, someone caught a vibe

'Cause if I have to get technical, I’ma chalk him out

Twelve Bentleys double parked outside yo' mama house

Yo' neighbors crying, asking you, «What was that all about?»

Rudy he called, he said, he runnin' out of chalk

He must be stupid, told him, «Nigga, watch yo' mouth»

He might be right 'cause we used it on all the opps

Excuse my French, I mean used it on all the cops

You watchin' me, bitch, you need to go change the knob

Aborted babies, I’m leavin' 'em on her top

VV clarity, can’t see none of my watched

None of my opps on shit

All of my Glocks got sticks

Who said Glocks don’t jam?

He think he Macho Man

Turn him to taco man if he keep playin' with me

I know you layin' wit' her, I know you stayin' wit' her

We pull up at his mama' house, what type of shit he into?

Niggas tried to press the button on me, I came out on top

Three-fifty on my neck, you in my car, I could’ve bought a house

I went and dropped fifty, poof, be gone, oops, there goes all my opps

If you ain’t getting no money, what is we talking 'bout?

Shit, nigga

They throwin' fragrance in the building, someone caught a vibe

'Cause if I have to get technical, I’ma chalk him out

Twelve Bentleys double parked outside yo' mama house

Yo' neighbors crying, asking you, «What was that all about?»