No Rules

[Intro: TrDee]
Awstria
Fucking bitch-ass nigga

[Verse 1: TrDee]
I know you wanna fuck a rich-ass nigga
You know yo dad raised a bitch-ass nigga
Old bitch-ass nigga can't fuck with my team
You just mad that my money talk, huh, Charlie Sheen
I ain't gon' lie, if I was you, I would hate myself
I think yo bitch wanna fuck with me 'cause she see my belt
Caught the opps out in traffic, point it like I see the help
Let me dive head first in it, Michael Phelps

[Verse 2: BabyTron]
In the A, I just linked up with Dorien
Got that fire on my side, feel like Scorpion
Palm Angels t-shirt, feeling glorious
Feel like a star player, I been scoring shit
You save hoes? Okay, Captain Underpants
I don't got a lil' bitch, ask yo other man
At the self-scan, yes, that's another jam
Oh, the sauce? That's five hundred, brother man

[Verse 3: Samuel Shabazz]
I told that bitch to suck it well, I'm not yo other mans
She gon' suck dick and go home with her pussy untouched
[?] bitch to save her but there really ain't nothing
Smooth criminal, she gotta go home uncuffed
[?] young niggas make me really get the uncle in me
Everything free in the mall, go and fuck it, dummy
Bitch, you gotta see we gon' ball, feel like I'm Zion
Sorry for the wait that it take but I like the [?]

[Verse 4: StanWill]
Up the rocket, turn a opp to a astronaut
Matter fact, I'll up chop, he Casper now
Off this new BIN, I'm more blessed than a pastor now
Assist, yo bitch got passed around
Making green off the hams, Dr. Seuss
Checking up on these hoes? Dr. You
If it's beef, we gon' slide on a opp or two
Dirty-ass ham tryna reach? Put the mop to use

[Verse 5: Samuel Shabazz]
Gotta know it ain't no rules to this shit
I'm a rude-ass nigga, cut into a lil' bitch
I get fuel off the hate, I'll cruise to yo ship
Guns bigger than the clothes on Papoose in this bitch
It's amazing what you see a ho do for a fix
It's amazing what you see a ho when you the shit
You ain't a killer, you more like a state troop or some shit
Yeah, we heard you niggas telling, heard you made yo homies failing

[Verse 6: BabyTron]
Sick I came euro stepping, bitch, I'm Dame Lill’
This scam shit ain't light, boy, it take skill
Sick me and Dee plotting on the same meal
If the Glock don't kill him then the K will
And if the K don't do it then the tank will
Don't talk about drank to me if it ain't sealed
Shooter came kill streak, that's his eighth kill
Name an IG bitch that I ain't drilled

[Verse 7: TrDee]
Damn, bro, pass one my way
I'm tryna get head speed driving on the highway
It's the [?] flick, got giffies, it's my birthday
Don't show up to my crib, you'll get killed in the worst way
Huh, that's no cap
Huh, she ain't have a ass, it was all back
Miss a call from the bank, hold on, let me call back
Been learn my lesson, never trip, I'ma fall back

[Verse 8: StanWill]
Never trip, Maison Margielas tied up
You a damn doodoo head if you tryna fight us
Jam the reader three times then I slide once
Catch me OT touring Wally's, this my ninth one
Bro poured some mud in his pop, with his dirty-ass
You ain't really in yours, catch me in thirty bags
Come and get yo bitch, with her flirty-ass
Never listened to a song but I heard he ass