rule$ Lyrics

Drake Gunn made the keys, what

Ah, Drake, light em up

D double e yungy

Don't wanna speak to no pussy, bitch, I put my phone on DND

I don't wanna be your friend, just stay the fuck away from me

Might text your bitch from the stress, say your a lot be on my plate

Spend the day with your ass, at night she put that pussy in my face

Okay, rule number one, always clutch on your gun

If you don't, it won't be no more fun

Rule number seven, fuck a

hood bitch with a rubber

If you don't, then you'll find your stupid ass up in heaven

Then it's rule number two, you can't judge the way I live

In my shoes you've never been, dead bodies you ain't seen

Rule number four, if there's a knock, get the door

Don't go check the peephole, tell the bitch to get the door

I'm so focused on that money, ATD, I'm stayin' reppin

If it ain't about the cash, then lil nigga we ain't beefin

And get a leash for your bitch, cause she wildin' in the streets

Ask Teekay bout this shit, one nearly fucked, the whole clique

I spoke my mind off the meds, till she said I treat her bad

I forgot bout what I said, but for sure I was speaking facts

I should probably say their names, if your bitch was in a trap

It was hippity-hap-hap, she got a taste of the gang

Got a taste of the gang, yeah, yeah

Niggas make these hoe-ass bitches, they girlfriends

And when, when them bitches, uh, let me not even speak, yeah

But get a leash for your bitch, yeah

Okay, rule number one, always clap, show your gun

If you don't, it won't be no more fun

Rule number seven, fuck a hood bitch with a rubber

If you don't, then you'll find your stupid ass up in heaven

Then it's rule number two, you can't judge the way I live

In my shoes, you've never been, dead bodies you ain't seen

Rule number four, if there's a knock at the door

Don't go check the people, tell the bitch to give the door

Still, I'm dealing with some pain, I can't cry about that shit

But a man can drop a tear, though on life he shouldn't quit

Just don't play him like a pussy, he might leave you a melon split

Fuck, I'm talking bout myself, it ain't a problem, get your hit

But I'm keeping to myself, lot of learning that I need

Am I woke, am I free, too deep in them streets

At times, I sit and think, what if

I choose to smoke on that meth, where would deeYungy be

To god I send my prayers for my safety every day

And for those who got my back, not to have me phony ways

I love my niggas like my brothers, they mamas like my mama

We share the same struggle, so we got it out the gutter

Okay, rule number one, always clutch on your gun

If you don't, it won't be no more fun

Rule number seven, fuck a hood bitch with a rubber

If you don't, then you'll find your stupid ass up in heaven

Then it's rule number two, you can't judge the way I live

In my shoes, you've never been, dead bodies who ain't seen

Rule number four, if there's a knock, get the door

Don't go check the people, tell the bitch to get the door