I just jumped in the scene and I'm shooting, killing all targets
I'ma hit this one like a yardie, I want the bumper, I want the rotted
It's gonna fall to this beat here, couldn't be hurt but I scarred it
Boy, couldn't be hurt but I scarred it
Word, I do damage, do damage
Man's got B's on their chain but they're still consigned in a package, woah
Some man just fiend for a name, might hit that guy for the status
And I don't do pointless moves, only hit that ride when it matters
Or I might spit that fire for the cameras
F move local, you know I might rip rap crews
I want *** track youths for the promo
I swear that *** track's loose, I might stick that loot on a Lolo
Rap bud when I split that suit, I'm a big fat youth, not a bozo
I'm Rulie, man, I move in a photo
Man, stay active
I'm a big fat youth, not a bozo
Know that I'm riding round, I'm on works
Breeze my side of town, I never die, get down
Come on, I'm dying down on my turf
No time lying around, I get the lighter out
Start lighting up, it's on burst
Put man under town like they are underground
They are under now, now that's up
Okay, what?
I hate bullies
I hate bullies
Still screw * all the good guys
Do this * for the hoodies
For the hoodies
My old boy's stuck in the ends, man
Move man's chick on a pushy
On a pushy
Man can paint all you like
Don't blame, blame it on the boogie
Don't blame me, blame it on the boogie
Lifestyle, the lyrics, I'm famous
Word
Now I ain't never tasted that
Live the life of the poor and shameless
Word
Man know I'm on blatant smack
So you know I got smoke for the pagans
Trust
I jump up like wah-wah
Tell the road man, hand over the papers
Tell the work man, hand over the wages
Give me that
I've got motives
Huh?
So I take out a man in his crib
They play in the knees of my progress
Word
I'm flying a flying crew
To the pilot moon, *** my holsters
Get out of the way now
It's so mad when I intrude
I will slide in smooth like some loafers
F in your girl's DMs, did you notice?
Did you notice?
I'm savage
I done fenced them for the jokes
But it's back to fact, I sound gangish
I sound gangish
I heard some back to back
Some folk raps
I whack you sound average
I don't want packs on backs
I want cash and stacks
I go lavish
F man I do the dirt
Then go vanish
I'm gone
Man stay active
Know that I'm riding round
I'm on smoke
Grease my side of town
I never die it down
Come out of dying round
There no joke
No time lying round
I get the lighter out
And start lighting up
Can't cope
Put man under town
Like they are underground
And they are under now
They're all ghosts
Okay so
I hate bullies
Still still * all the good guys
Do this * for the hoodies
My whole way stuck in the end
It's my
It's my


Movements check on the pussy
Man complain all you like
Don't blame
Blame it on the boogie
Don't blame me
Blame it on the boogie
I hate bullies
Still still * all the good guys
Do this * for the hoodies
My whole way stuck in the end
It's my
Movements check on the pussy
Man complain all you like
Don't blame
Blame it on the boogie
Don't blame me
Blame it on the boogie