Dynamic Duo (Feat. Drakeo The Ruler)

Thank you Fizzle smoov, what’s good baby?

I been doing this shit these
Lil’ nggas dream about
I popped a Perc’ now I feel like Jesus now
F&N bullets knocking all my demons down
A fuselage flyin’ with the eagles now
Neiman Marcus shoppin’ I just
Spent a couple thousand
My wrist look like I coulda
Bought a house wit’ it
Yo’ bitch look astonished ‘cuz she
Seen my whole neck glistening
Neck from England
Bitch I put a whole pound on it
Keep the snakes from ‘round me
Don’t like judices around ngga
Smokin’ on za’
We don’t do the Black & Milds ngga
Play me like I’m sweet ‘cuz I’m up
We gon’ down nggas
I’m really tired of all these
Goof troops and clown nggas
Just becausе I got hit by your
Bitch don’t let that bother you
I don’t know why you hit the bitch shе was
Bitch I been a fly ngga, even pilots knew it
You can’t come around Gang ‘N Em
‘cuz we don’t tolerate juices
And I only hit your bitch ‘cuz
She was vibin’ to my music
I play with F&Ns and sticks
We don’t tolerate foolishness
He actin’ thirsty in the club
Bitch who you with? She like "Ralfy
Who you think you is? You be movin’ swift"
You finna suck some dick
I don’t care what mood you in
She think just because I fucked she movin’ in
I plug Adderalls and Perc’
Even got blues comin’ in
She handed me some money ‘cuz she
Like the shoes I’m in (The Plug)

Run up on The Plug? I wouldn’t do that
You buyin’ fake drugs, I wouldn’t do that
Wearin’ Fila wit’ Givenchys
I wouldn’t do that i’m a real street ngga
I thought you knew that
You a nerd, I’m a joint
I thought you knew that
If he snap back he gon’ get his cap blew back
Fake trippin’ on the ‘gram I wouldn’t do that
You puttin’ boof in your wood
I wouldn’t do that

Shit ngga
You already know what the fuck goin’ on ngga
We ain’t finna do all that ngga
We know what the truth is ngga, yeah
Straight like that

Here this ngga go with this police shit again
All headshots, why you RIP my friend?
Never talk to strangers I was
Taught that as a kid
And even if the score even
Ngga I’ma always win
Who brought this ngga in? (Shit)
Wearin’ Jordans, mic’ up like MJ
Shells left him dancin’ in the mirror like MJ
This chop’ got a black belt, RIP sensei

Pussy ngga you are not a threat
I knew the ngga wasn’t on shit
When he shot a text
"Bro, it was simply for the ‘gram
I thought that if I dissed you
It’d bring me some more fans"
"Bro I’m truly sorry, why you RIP my friend?"
Better luck next time but don’t
Try that shit again
Look, first off - that never even happened
That shit you talkin’ ‘bout
Really sounds like entrapment
That’ll never happen even if I’m off a Batman
Another reason I’ma end this
Song and stop rappin’
Stop cappin’, we done did that already
Opps block, tops off
We done slid there already
Four hunnid on my neck baby
Everything creamy
Like Ben & Jerry’s ngga I’ll melt you
For real ngga’s ain’t gon’ take a ring
Up off my finger
No cellular devices when we slidin’
‘cuz they pink ‘em (The Ruler)