Rules of Survival

[Intro: Reezy X]
(XA Worldwide)

Øwayy

[Chorus: Reezy X]
Uh
Money, power, respect, Øway
I put a four in my pop wit brodie
Okay okay okay okay
I know they sending they shots
Doing everything they not
Try the gang make shit pop (Huh)
All of my rebels they phønks in this bitch
Try the gang make shit hot
You gon' do what you do or you not
Make a move wit my tool, showin my jewels
And I dare a lil fuckboy to try
Got Dior on my jeans, and my freak
But I came up from juggin’ and robbin'
I could show you the rules of survival
I could show you the rules of survival
I could show you the rules of survival

[Verse 1: Sk8star]
Buh
I wake up and get the fuck up
Pull out them racks like lets count the shit up
Who got the lean? n***a, pour that shit up
Who got the bean n***a, boot the fuck up (Fuck up)
Young n***a boot the fuck up (Fuck up)
(Yeah) Boot the fuck up (Fuck up)
Fuck n***a, boot the fuck up
My shoota, shoot the shit up (Shit up)
Yeah, you all out of luck (What)
You all out of luck (Scrrtt)
My shoota go buh (Buh)
My shoota got sticks
He got a Glock with a dick
I got this Dolce Gabbana (Bana)
She like she fuck with the fit (Fit)
I walk out the house, lets take a pic
Send so many shots, I know that motherfuckin' hit
Yeah just send a dot, we make a blitz
Yeah just send a dot, I get that motherfuckin' blitzed

[Verse 2: Diorvsyou]
Yeah and I’m spendin racks, I blow a dub in a week
Yeah, but my eyes all bags, I swear I can't get no sleep, yeah
She throwin' it back, I got a lil' hoe on her knees, yeah
She fuck with the swag, my n***a, I got the ho fuckin' with me, yeah
And this bih, doin anything, yeah, this lil' ho such a freak, yeah
And I've been rockin' anything, n***a, I wake up and get flee
But I'm in a hoodie and jeans, but shit it’s like 80 degrees
Get fly give a fuck bout the heat
You can try, you gon' die when we meet
My slime wit me clearin' the scene
And I just scored a eight wit lil Reezy
I know n****s would die to do what we do every day, we make this shit look easy

[Chorus: Reezy X]
Uh
Money, power, respect, Øway
I put a four in my pop wit brodie
Okay okay okay okay
I know they sending they shots
Doing everything they not
Try the gang make shit pop (Huh)
All of my rebels they phønks in this bitch
Try the gang make shit hot (Hot)
You gon' do what you do or you not
Make a move wit my tool, showin’ my jewels
And I dare a lil fuckboy to try (Try)
Got Dior on my jeans, and my freak
But I came up from juggin’ and robbin'
I could show you the rules of survival
I could show you the rules of survival
I could show you the rules of survival