"No Rules" lyrics
Glokk40Spaz & OsamaSon Lyrics
[Intro:]
(I love you, Ryo)
[Glokk40Spaz:]
You got an issue, be 'bout that
I'm on hundred with my 30, nigga, nigga better shoot back
Your ass dissin', better clap back
That lil'-ass gun, boy, that shit whack
Go grab my gun, bring it right back, hmm
Play with the Mobb, nigga got banana clip on the stick tac'
All designer jewelry, nigga poppin' out with a fuckin' diamond back
You ain't got no toolie, best believe I'm the one that's tryna get 'em wrapped
Ain't no rules in this Baby Life shit, now the nigga scared to trap
Fuck it, take them niggas off the map, mm
Lil' bitch, come get this vampire bite, bitch wanna live a vampire life
Handgun, and my partner got the damn strap, no dyke
Sumo locked up, BJ locked up, JuGlizz twenty-five, nigga made me cry
Yeah, ayy, I ain't never been scared to die, I just wanna fly
I said, "Whoa, go and pop it, probably wouldn't hurt to try"
Oh, go poppin' the gang on 'em just to start a fuckin' riot
You confused, bitch, I'm not no liar
Bitch, I'm too 'bout this fuckin' iron
Money fall out the ATM like goo if you got fuckin' Chime
Look what you said, man, these niggas old, eeny, miny, moe, niggas just be lyin'
I was juggin' that ho, fuckin' that bitch, what a waste of time
[OsamaSon:]
Pull up, slayin' shit 'bout slime
Told slime pour me up some more
Sprayin' like Sosa on Wockhardt line
Pussy niggas not hard
These hoes love them some rockstars
Been flexin' expensive Chrome Hearts
Get more racks than a monarch
We got hella sticks tucked, hella sticks tucked, yeah
Brand-new MAC-11, keep your lips up, yeah
Whoa said send some shots, move violent
[Glokk40Spaz:]
You got an issue, be 'bout that
I'm on hundred with my 30, nigga, nigga better shoot back
Your ass dissin', better clap back
That lil'-ass gun, boy, that shit whack
Go grab my gun, bring it right back, hmm
Play with the Mobb, nigga got banana clip on the stick tac'
All designer jewelry, nigga poppin' out with a fuckin' diamond back
You ain't got no toolie, best believe I'm the one that's tryna get 'em wrapped
Ain't no rules in this Baby Life shit, now the nigga scared to trap
Fuck it, take them niggas off the map, mm
[OsamaSon:]
She like, "What you doin'?"
I was countin' up, flexin'
We take niggas off
Me and my gang not stressin'
Sticked up, where your weapon?
Damn, feds on my ass, yeah
Whip that shit too fast, yeah
I can't come in last, yeah
Do the whole damn dash, yeah
Shoot the whole damn mag, yeah
Tats on my neck, yeah
Tats on my abs, yeah
Got these niggas mad, yeah
I don't even want your nat, yeah
You can have her back, yeah
Son these niggas, dad
(I love you, Ryo)
[Glokk40Spaz:]
You got an issue, be 'bout that
I'm on hundred with my 30, nigga, nigga better shoot back
Your ass dissin', better clap back
That lil'-ass gun, boy, that shit whack
Go grab my gun, bring it right back, hmm
Play with the Mobb, nigga got banana clip on the stick tac'
All designer jewelry, nigga poppin' out with a fuckin' diamond back
You ain't got no toolie, best believe I'm the one that's tryna get 'em wrapped
Ain't no rules in this Baby Life shit, now the nigga scared to trap
Fuck it, take them niggas off the map, mm
Lil' bitch, come get this vampire bite, bitch wanna live a vampire life
Handgun, and my partner got the damn strap, no dyke
Sumo locked up, BJ locked up, JuGlizz twenty-five, nigga made me cry
Yeah, ayy, I ain't never been scared to die, I just wanna fly
I said, "Whoa, go and pop it, probably wouldn't hurt to try"
Oh, go poppin' the gang on 'em just to start a fuckin' riot
You confused, bitch, I'm not no liar
Bitch, I'm too 'bout this fuckin' iron
Money fall out the ATM like goo if you got fuckin' Chime
Look what you said, man, these niggas old, eeny, miny, moe, niggas just be lyin'
I was juggin' that ho, fuckin' that bitch, what a waste of time
[OsamaSon:]
Pull up, slayin' shit 'bout slime
Told slime pour me up some more
Sprayin' like Sosa on Wockhardt line
Pussy niggas not hard
These hoes love them some rockstars
Been flexin' expensive Chrome Hearts
Get more racks than a monarch
We got hella sticks tucked, hella sticks tucked, yeah
Brand-new MAC-11, keep your lips up, yeah
Whoa said send some shots, move violent
[Glokk40Spaz:]
You got an issue, be 'bout that
I'm on hundred with my 30, nigga, nigga better shoot back
Your ass dissin', better clap back
That lil'-ass gun, boy, that shit whack
Go grab my gun, bring it right back, hmm
Play with the Mobb, nigga got banana clip on the stick tac'
All designer jewelry, nigga poppin' out with a fuckin' diamond back
You ain't got no toolie, best believe I'm the one that's tryna get 'em wrapped
Ain't no rules in this Baby Life shit, now the nigga scared to trap
Fuck it, take them niggas off the map, mm
[OsamaSon:]
She like, "What you doin'?"
I was countin' up, flexin'
We take niggas off
Me and my gang not stressin'
Sticked up, where your weapon?
Damn, feds on my ass, yeah
Whip that shit too fast, yeah
I can't come in last, yeah
Do the whole damn dash, yeah
Shoot the whole damn mag, yeah
Tats on my neck, yeah
Tats on my abs, yeah
Got these niggas mad, yeah
I don't even want your nat, yeah
You can have her back, yeah
Son these niggas, dad
