Store Runner

[Intro]
(Energy made this one)
Shit you know the truth
I dont even know why they think they can fuck with us

[Verse 1: Drakeo the Ruler]
It's time to put an end to all this nonsense
I left Jesus blood from his head on the concreate
All my opps bums they be shopping at the swap meet
Stop me, Bitch you better off tryna drop dead
The dawn watch me pull up in the drop head shots fired
Pull up on a block look its John Gotti mops by me
Crucify these niggas do what Simons says consequences
Hood up on him with the dicks and the condom busting
Silencers, got the Midas touch when im dropping opps
Two piеce put his ass to sleep nigga rock-a-bye
Everything crеamy Häagen-Dazs pops on my knots
Catch you hiding at the ? then shots get fired
Kill it with them comments on the gram like yall poppin out
Bitch we been them niggas in the street you at your mommas house
Nigga I had 13 chops in my momma couch
Heater on me nigga it got dragon breath that's a Tec
Any sense of foul play call aim it at the ref
Ugh, I said what I said
And he can't read the comments right now cause that nigga dead
Ill let him hold 100 like im letting out a helping hand
Catch me at his BM house doing the Melvin dance

[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
How you wanna war with no money?
You are not a joint
You a store runner dummy
I double parked the dawn with the scoreboard in front it
I'm a made nigga do some chores for a nigga

[Verse 2: MoneySign $uede]
We know the truth but with the cops we dont know nothing
Nigga if you dont like me please let a nigga know some
Niggas rapping about straps but they don't tote nothing
A nigga keep on talking they gone make his ass a go fund
Where was you when ain't any money on my books
When i was down bad hitting houses just for nothing
The studios all booked and im sliding with my thugs
It was lick after lick little nigga its not enough
Im with my nigga drakeo with the metal
Came out of jail and you still not in our level
Make a nigga run like he tryna win a medal
Store runners niggas from they block they ain't devils
We the rebels we the niggas that be wit it
You niggas just started ask q we've been sinning
I just hit a lick you shoulda seen the way I did it
I ain't like these niggas so dont compare me to nobody
Always keep a strap cause i heard they wanna pop me
Imma block boy hot boy like bobby
Im sticked up like hockey ain't nobody boutta rob me
Skinny nigga but my pockets on swole
I remember i was down i remember i was broke
I said what i said you a bitch you a hoe
I'm walking with my shit with a stick like im old
Ay, on God

[Verse 3: Rafly The Plug]
We the truth that's some they better know
If we talking getting money im miles ahead of them
Opps ain't doing no sliding they scared of us
Told the bitch i ain't got no feelings im scared to trust
Niggas want money and jewelry but dont wanna carry no guns
You hanging wit the opps you get smoked like a camel crush
Made his bitch open up her mouth for the scammer bunch
Play with me your family gone be setting your candles up
Finesse a nigga and his cuz cause im pulling up dummy whammies now
She'll suck dick on camera to get some cameo
I dont talk to the pigs, I'm stitched lipped that's just the code
I already know why you mad we winning yall niggas old
She gave me money I gave her dick I'm a jiggalow
Long as she pay I dont care how she look I do is bigalow
If you dont know what to do with you're bitch imma send the hoe
When she not being you're boyfriend she with tris getting physical
The Plug