Touchable - Drakeo The Ruler

Hunnid on the chop, if you with him then you touchable

Used to slap his music till I found out he was touchin' kids

Weird niggas all up on my line, where you find this beat?

And all the glitter from yo' neck is blinding me, shit

I guess it’s time for me to speak my truth now

This nina got a dick on it, I’m aiming it at RuPaul

Dilated pupils, .45's no rugers

Mr. big bank buddha, that’s Mr. big back uchie

Big back uchie face, Mae Ling, Susan Lee

Oh God, I just love just what you do to me

My hitman actually went to school with me

I don’t want no paisas in my jewelry

I don’t have no time for no buffoonery

Nice long ruler clips, my mansion’s in the Hills

I’ll headshot any nigga tryna cancel beef

Police ass niggas, in my ear, stop harassing me

Catastrophes, tragedies, bullets coming at rapid speed

Five thousand hunnids on a mattress please, add it up

These rap niggas corny, I’ll slap the shit out 'em

This is a stupid chop gotta got held back a few classes

Niggas seen a pump, then he scream he got asthma

Even store runners can learn about gymnastics

It’s three hundred in a duffle you know bitch do a backflip

Lyin' bout shit he don’t do, he’s the captain

Capper, I came with the flu flammers and jackers

I’m a demon, ghetto heathen, believe me

Beat it him with a grey bag, blood all up in Neiman’s

Leave a nigga like a scarecrow, tonight is like Jeepers Creepers

Two letters on a chop made him sing like Justin Bieber

Oh, how many bodies you got?

I don’t believe you

Put these tips on you, I’ll split your rig, run-up

Man, this chop got Bruce Lee kick on it

Like his ass in time out, you notice I’ll put a switch on him

I’m from the Stinc Team, and we don’t do big homies

Finna slide on they block, yes indeed this when thugs cry

He wanted to at me on Twitter and be a tough guy, dumbass

I’d advise you to block me

Chop hitting harder than Balboa Rocky

Street sweeper but I came in with a mop stick

Bitch you really don’t want no beef, you should drop it

Just dance Tommy the clown ass nigga

R.I.P.

with the pound right it front out

Paint a nigga, you a clown is your crusty?

Disgusting, fuck me, I should have been on Musty

Funny ass niggas all look like Chris Tucker

Rush Hour bitch I’m looking for Juntao, I’m finna bust em

Mae Ling, Soo Young, my watch is not two tone

Bald head Caillou’s, I need all the blue ones

I spent my life running from shooting newton

Pull the Double R to the block, to do it to em

The Ruler

We Know the Truth

We know what’s going on

Touchable nigga, mhm