Rules ft. Yungvhefay Lyrics

See one of y'all niggas that's gettin' them bags

Hop out on y'all men we get on his ass

Lil' bruh when I'm down put his ass in the grass

Tried to run up in the house you get hit through the glass

Keep talkin' that shit and I bet you get trashed

And you know where I'm so you don't have to ask

You wanna hop out? We tryna get busy

We hop out the car we tryna get rizzy

Man drivin' the whip but your niggas get dizzy

Let's go to the next but you look like a hitchhiker

Try run that

You get hit like you Ricky

Big bro just up here and I'm up in the city

OVO in this body now I'm ridin wit Drizzy

AMP in the back and the beat make some tizzy's

Here wit da men with the Glock on my lap

You're man really mokin' I'm high off the map

Ain't nobody drivin' I'm spinning it back

Rule number one we don't fuck with the rats

Rule number two you just got a stack

Rule number three they callin' da men they watchin' they back

Rule number four we don't go through the front we go through the back

I had to hop on the beat cause this is how I crank

I'm in this car tryna catch a whip

I'm in this car tryna get up on tank

So I call on this whip and the car get a spank

I ain't go for the three bitch I want you to pack

And I pull up your ass bitch I'm workin' that cash

And I pull up your ass bitch I'm workin' that dream

I catch up with Matt they pretendin' it's face

Niggas movin' they fear to pick up the pace

Niggas hittin' feamin' they leavin' them traces

I'm crackin' this bitch we in many black places

Niggas bet us on this and I come in that way bitch

But it's cat rap niggas get out here

The finger was itchin' that trigger on the top

Nigga locked it with C when I told him stop boppin'

But that bitch was throwin' on me won't keep her cap

I'm doggin' a whip tryna catch Lil' Rick

And I'm rollin' a rip tryna catch Lil' Mack

Catch Lil' Mack up here puttin' up pad

Lil' Mack did some more so I'ma hit him with that

I'ma catch Lil' Mack I'ma hit him with 50

Bitch you ain't like me your bed don't got titties

Put on that belt we gon' like Ricky

Put on that belt we gon' like Ricky

Doin' like Ricky we gon' do some shit

Back door racks nigga stop actin' kitty

Bitch keep on lyin' ain't tryin' to pity

Got rounds with me nigga I got like 50

Walkin' in the whip bitch I'm feelin' like Kane

Youngest hatin' that shit be a shame

Feel like that bitch nigga I can be tamed

I'm done with this shit I'ma pass to king