Mr. Everything - Drakeo The Ruler

Sheesh, I guess this a three-peat huh

Girl that’s Drakeo, it’s gettin' kinda hard to breath huh, uhh

Girl I can’t be no rebound

Ten cases in a month, I don’t know who gon' refile

Put that draco down Drakeo, these niggas talkin'

Where your table in the club, lil nigga don’t even talk to us

Walk it out, put a beam on it and chalk him out

Had to slide through your hood and show out, fuck you talkin' 'bout lethal?

Mr. Glover, my weapons lethal

I tried to tell you I’m a heathen, done shared beds with demons

Done had long walks with Jesus

Get you whacked from your people, yeah it’s really that easy

What he get for tryna be me

We at his gravesite cheesin', another day with the Stinc Team

You know I bop bop ming ming

And had a meet and greet with ling ling

Come on this shit regular

Bullets flying all at the messenger

I’m a machine gun specialist, plain jane with the bezel busted

Nigga you broke and it’s disgusting

Remember Fake Watch Busta, ain’t really with all that tussling

Come on this shit nothin'

Use guns with acrynoms for niggas wanna cuff me

Pissing on tombstones, the boy the McLovin

Tryna tell you I was thuggin' lil nigga, so fuck a deal

One day my autograph gon' be worth 'bout a couple mill

It’s regular, I tried to tell you I’m thugging still

One day my autograph gon' be worth 'bout a couple mill

The Ruler

I’m Mr. Everything

Got a drum, got a beam, I got pills, I got dough, I got lean

Bitch I bought everything

Niggas trippin' in the club, so what

I ain’t really tryna scuff, I let off everything

Niggas lyin' in they raps, that’s a fact

Who these pussy niggas jack, my image is everything

From the gold, from the watch

From the stove to my frozen earlobes, I’ll risk everything

Sheesh, bitch I’m back up on that street shit

You don’t rap, you just sneak diss

Tryna knock one of your peoples

I came in with the deep dish

You only tough on the weekends

That’s twenty thou on the deep end

We’ll have him singin' like The Weeknd

The Ruler, I don’t like to sneak diss, cut it with all that cheap shit

Like do you know what a mink is, like do you know what a chink is

Just a silly lil beaver, I’m with my dread head heathens

My niggas bullying demons, we spitting fullies out of Beamers

Might wanna fuck but I don’t need her

In fact I really need Jesus

Bruh what’s up with your people?

Niggas ain’t looking like they eating

In fact you really need to feed 'em

The Stinc Team Big Meechin'

I tried to tell you all bleeders

My wrist broke, I need a breather

I’m Mr. Everything

Got a drum, got a beam, I got pills, I got dough, I got lean

Bitch I bought everything

Niggas trippin' in the club, so what

I ain’t really tryna scuff, I let off everything

Niggas lyin' in they raps, that’s a fact

Who these pussy niggas jack, my image is everything

From the gold, from the watch

From the stove to my frozen earlobes, I’ll risk everything