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Drakeo the Ruler – Wack Jumper (Freestyle) Lyrics
[Intro: Drakeo the Ruler]
Shh (Enrgy made this one)
Ha, we know the truth
He’s a sniper, KD, he got a wack jumper
I keep F&Ns and MACs on the backburner
If a bitch get out of line, I’ma smack somethin’
We put an awful lot of shells in his Dodge Charger
We catch him ridin’ shotgun, we gon’ Mossberg him
I’m from the Stinc Team, bitch, I keep all hundreds
If it’s six bodies drop, who gon’ pallbear ’em?
Slapped thirty-four on his back like he Paul Pierce
You want followers or money? I swear y’all weird
I keep the forty ounce bounce, not a tall can
Left niggas joggin’ like he carryin’ a Walkman
Lift up my wrist and caught pneumonia, my jеans is Gallery Department
You’ll bе gone in the wind if my fingers touch compartment
If it’s war at ten hundred, I’m a lieutenant, I’m a sergeant
Lined him up with these shells, don’t ever disrespect the barber
The Ruler, shh
Ha, you know the truth, nigga
Hmm, long live the Ruler, bitch, we got steppers in the party
You can’t get up on me, bitch, I brought a weapon in the party
Shit done popped off, now I’m steppin’ over bodies
He came by himself, but I left him with some body
Pulled up on my smacker and I left him with some money
Mini drink, lean shit, I had left him with some Wocky
I’m a juice drinkin’, Bruce Wayne and flu flamer
Slam dunk a nigga on his shit, l 2K him
My nigga want a bourbon, not a toucan
I just disrespected a pint of Quagen with two cans
Put a eight a piece
She got a body on her, pull the Angel Reese
This Glock got a body on it, it’ll make you sleep
Every time a nigga get to capping it make me sleepy
The drank was too loose, man, this eight look creepy
What you cut it with?
I’m running M’s up wearing ten-carat earrings, I’m on some other shit
Forgi’s on the whip, fifteen thousand each rim
Nigga, I’m a Rollin’ 60, but I don’t be Crippin’
This some real Hi-Tech cup, got blood in it
Gen5 with a switch, I’m in the club with it
You take my chain, somethin’ getting clipped, I’m not that one nigga
I’m paranoid, I pull up on my son with a gun with me
Bitch, pull up to the crib, bring your tongue with you
I could’ve got the head for free, I threw her one fifty
For incidental fees
Pulled up, dropped the window, “You remember me?”
Bitch, I got a plan, if you trick, I treat
Missioned out my house, so we damn near killed the street
He askin’ me why I go so hard, “You ain’t hear the beat?”
Bitch, this Enrgy
Last time I sold dope, I went to Tennessee
They paid a half for it
My mind pendant worth forty racks, it ain’t worth dyin’ for
He got some real Act’, a buck a line, let me buy four
Yeah, long live the Ruler, nigga, I know
I know he would’ve drunk some of this Act’ with me (You know what I’m sayin’?)
Long live my nigga Ketchy
Long live the Ruler
This shit still on the floor
Ghetto still holdin’ it down (You know what I’m sayin’?)
Let me hear that motherfucker
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