No Rules
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They ask, Kyy, how the hell you run it up? Said, I don't know
Way too fly, if you cannot drip like us, then you can't go
Don't know why, that boy steady talkin' bout me in his post
Get you left, we gon' gas you out just like I hit a ghost
I just turbocharged the Rolls Royce sittin' outside, sittin' on the curb
I just supercharged the Corvette and I got it wrapped, yeah, I made it purple
I been steppin' on the bread, steppin' hard with my team, yeah, we makin' moves
When you get rich like this, you ain't got no rules
Pull up late night tint black, can't see in it, I don't got no rules
Racks on my mind, I ain't worried bout a bitch, I know she gon' fuck on my dudes
True Religion jacket on, stitches on the seams, I'm bout to make big moves
They not what they say that they on, ain't seen what I seen, I'm bout to go scratch off two
762, it's gon' hit him up
He got hit in the gut, call that tummy tuck
Now he stiff on the floor, call that dummy stuck
Put a drum on on the chop, now it's fully up
She ain't want me back then, now she wanna fuck
His own mans set him up, that's a friendly cut
Ain't no rules, when you get up like me
You think I'm fat with the way I be talkin bout bread and the cheese like a grilled cheese
Bankroll lookin' too clean, my pockets is fat, they swole, they obese
Shawty gon' pull up on me, she gon' jump on that dick and then get down on both knees, ha
You do not know me, no
Fuck a Juliette, not Romeo
Poppin' pills, that be my go-to
I don't smoke weed, make me feel too slow
Pop a Percocet and black out, I've done swerved the whip too hard, I crashed it
Pull up on her, beat her back down, hit and dip, and then she ain't see me again
Spent 30 racks on the pants, and she got her hands in them now, yeah
She wanna fuck on my mans, you know I'm passin' her out that way
You know I'm dishin' her out that way
I told the bitch that I want my way
I did the money spread on them broke boys, bought that Benz and said, fuck em
They ask, Kyy, how the hell you run it up? Said, I don't know
Way too fly, if you cannot drip like us, then you can't go
Don't know why, that boy steady talkin' bout me in his post
Get you left, we gon' gas you out just like I hit a ghost
I just turbocharged the Rolls Royce sittin' outside, sittin' on the curb
I just supercharged the Corvette and I got it wrapped, yeah, I made it purple
I been steppin' on the bread, steppin' hard with my team, yeah, we makin' moves
When you get rich like this, you ain't got no rules
Ain't no rules, I'm finna run to the cash
Yo bitch been tweakin' a lil lately, I fuck on that bitch
She finna run to the back
Hop in the whip bout to tear up the road
Yeah, I got my foot on the gas
Y'all niggas sayin' you made it, but you heard her askin' the bank for a couple racks
You get a loan, but this not a charity
Yeah, yo bitch so bad she in my room
She gon' throw it back, all on my dudes
Y'all talk shit so fast, we call it deuce
Yeah, we shoot yo knees up, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh
Walkin' with that double cup, why yo bitch gotta boot me up
Bitch, I jumped out of that window, when she said, Come eat my butt
But she trippin
You play with Glocks but we totin' on Smith &'s
My bars is thrown, but this cars is interior, got all these niggas glitchin
Feel like the Colonel when I'm in the studio cookin' up, boy, this shit is finger lickin
Bitch I feel like Panko, cause I been counting bread
I am not talkin' bout crumbs, I'm talkin' bout loafs, the way I do my money spread
Money spread, money spread
That money talkin' to me
You niggas beg for a feature
While your bitch givin' head for free
Ugh, I took a walk on the beach
She be givin' throat nigga I'm gon blow
They ask, Kyy, how the hell you run it up? Said, I don't know
Way too fly, if you cannot drip like us, then you can't go
Don't know why, that boy steady talkin' bout me in his post
Get you left, we gon' gas you out just like I hit a ghost
I just turbocharged the Rolls Royce sittin' outside, sittin' on the curb
I just supercharged the Corvette and I got it wrapped, yeah, I made it purple
I been steppin' on the bread, steppin' hard with my team, yeah, we makin' moves
When you get rich like this, you ain't got no rules
Way too fly, if you cannot drip like us, then you can't go
Don't know why, that boy steady talkin' bout me in his post
Get you left, we gon' gas you out just like I hit a ghost
I just turbocharged the Rolls Royce sittin' outside, sittin' on the curb
I just supercharged the Corvette and I got it wrapped, yeah, I made it purple
I been steppin' on the bread, steppin' hard with my team, yeah, we makin' moves
When you get rich like this, you ain't got no rules
Pull up late night tint black, can't see in it, I don't got no rules
Racks on my mind, I ain't worried bout a bitch, I know she gon' fuck on my dudes
True Religion jacket on, stitches on the seams, I'm bout to make big moves
They not what they say that they on, ain't seen what I seen, I'm bout to go scratch off two
762, it's gon' hit him up
He got hit in the gut, call that tummy tuck
Now he stiff on the floor, call that dummy stuck
Put a drum on on the chop, now it's fully up
She ain't want me back then, now she wanna fuck
His own mans set him up, that's a friendly cut
Ain't no rules, when you get up like me
You think I'm fat with the way I be talkin bout bread and the cheese like a grilled cheese
Bankroll lookin' too clean, my pockets is fat, they swole, they obese
Shawty gon' pull up on me, she gon' jump on that dick and then get down on both knees, ha
You do not know me, no
Fuck a Juliette, not Romeo
Poppin' pills, that be my go-to
I don't smoke weed, make me feel too slow
Pop a Percocet and black out, I've done swerved the whip too hard, I crashed it
Pull up on her, beat her back down, hit and dip, and then she ain't see me again
Spent 30 racks on the pants, and she got her hands in them now, yeah
She wanna fuck on my mans, you know I'm passin' her out that way
You know I'm dishin' her out that way
I told the bitch that I want my way
I did the money spread on them broke boys, bought that Benz and said, fuck em
They ask, Kyy, how the hell you run it up? Said, I don't know
Way too fly, if you cannot drip like us, then you can't go
Don't know why, that boy steady talkin' bout me in his post
Get you left, we gon' gas you out just like I hit a ghost
I just turbocharged the Rolls Royce sittin' outside, sittin' on the curb
I just supercharged the Corvette and I got it wrapped, yeah, I made it purple
I been steppin' on the bread, steppin' hard with my team, yeah, we makin' moves
When you get rich like this, you ain't got no rules
Ain't no rules, I'm finna run to the cash
Yo bitch been tweakin' a lil lately, I fuck on that bitch
She finna run to the back
Hop in the whip bout to tear up the road
Yeah, I got my foot on the gas
Y'all niggas sayin' you made it, but you heard her askin' the bank for a couple racks
You get a loan, but this not a charity
Yeah, yo bitch so bad she in my room
She gon' throw it back, all on my dudes
Y'all talk shit so fast, we call it deuce
Yeah, we shoot yo knees up, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh
Walkin' with that double cup, why yo bitch gotta boot me up
Bitch, I jumped out of that window, when she said, Come eat my butt
But she trippin
You play with Glocks but we totin' on Smith &'s
My bars is thrown, but this cars is interior, got all these niggas glitchin
Feel like the Colonel when I'm in the studio cookin' up, boy, this shit is finger lickin
Bitch I feel like Panko, cause I been counting bread
I am not talkin' bout crumbs, I'm talkin' bout loafs, the way I do my money spread
Money spread, money spread
That money talkin' to me
You niggas beg for a feature
While your bitch givin' head for free
Ugh, I took a walk on the beach
She be givin' throat nigga I'm gon blow
They ask, Kyy, how the hell you run it up? Said, I don't know
Way too fly, if you cannot drip like us, then you can't go
Don't know why, that boy steady talkin' bout me in his post
Get you left, we gon' gas you out just like I hit a ghost
I just turbocharged the Rolls Royce sittin' outside, sittin' on the curb
I just supercharged the Corvette and I got it wrapped, yeah, I made it purple
I been steppin' on the bread, steppin' hard with my team, yeah, we makin' moves
When you get rich like this, you ain't got no rules