Rules lyrics

[Chorus]
Lose and you lose, that's just the rules
Can't trust these n*ggas, that's just the rules
And I keep a small circle, that's just the rules
Keep a couple bad b*tches on the sideline, that's just the rules
Blick with the Ruger, that's just the rules
Ain't lovin' these hoes, that's just the rules
Cuffin' these hoes, that ain't the move
That ain't the move (That ain't the move)
Poppin' a Molly, she actin' a fool
30 in the clip, b*tch, that's just the rules
That's just the rules, that's just the rules
That's just the rules

[Verse 1]
Trustin' these b*tches'll get me so murked
Lovin' these b*tches, it get me so hurt
I'm f*ckin' these b*tches, not cuffin' 'em first
She suckin' my di*k while I'm blowin' the purp'
Huggin' and kissin', b*tch, you can forget it, I'm all about digits
So muhf*ckin' high, sittin' on the clouds smokin' with the pigeons (brr)
Catch it, had to cut off some n*ggas
Talk behind your back like some b*tches
They just missin' the lipstick (And I sense it, yeah)
Pass her the Molly, she twerkin' her body
The b*tch is a squally, she f*ckin' the party up
V in Versace, my blood is retarded, yeah
If you ain't suckin' di*k, just close yo' mouth (Close yo' mouth)
Ain't talkin' no money, just close yo' mouth (Close yo' mouth)
You ain't a real n*gga so close yo' mouth (Close yo' mouth)
Cuffin' these b*tches, n*gga, close yo' mouth
Whole circle shining (Shine)
Lookin' like the sun or a diamond (Diamond)
Everybody eatin', no whining (Whine)
Steak on a plate, we dining (Ooh)
[Chorus]
Lose and you lose, that's just the rules
Can't trust these n*ggas, that's just the rules
And I keep a small circle, that's just the rules
Keep a couple bad b*tches on the sideline, that's just the rules
Blick with the Ruger, that's just the rules
Ain't lovin' these hoes, that's just the rules
Cuffin' these hoes, that ain't the move
That ain't the move (That ain't the move)
Poppin' a Molly, she actin' a fool
30 in the clip, b*tch, that's just the rules
That's just the rules, that's just the rules
That's just the rules

[Verse 2]
I slept with a belt, I slept with the tool
All black hoodie so you know I'm dressed to shoot
In your b*tch mouth and I'm f*ckin' her tooth
Never had one b*tch, just two
Lovin' these hoes, the sh*t is so old
Trustin' these hoes, that sh*t is a joke
Pass her to my bros
And I bet she gon' choke, oh
I don't want your heart, want the head or the shoulders
Head in a Rover, so bent over
Her boyfriend know it and I ain't gon' fold
Get his ass smoked like a 'Rillo, choppers go "Blow"
AKs make a n*gga get low, all on the floor (Yeah)
Blessing them ho's, she so superstitious
Poppin' that pus*y, so scandalous
I'm smokin' this dope and I'm reminiscing
Came from the bottom with Nicholas
Blowing this loud, is you listening?
The way they be hatin' ridiculous
Fake n*ggas so conspicuous
Gettin' this money, keep continuing
[Chorus]
Lose and you lose, that's just the rules
Can't trust these n*ggas, that's just the rules
And I keep a small circle, that's just the rules
Keep a couple bad b*tches on the sideline, that's just the rules
Blick with the Ruger, that's just the rules
Ain't lovin' these hoes, that's just the rules
Cuffin' these hoes, that ain't the move
That ain't the move (That ain't the move)
Poppin' a Molly, she actin' a fool
30 in the clip, b*tch, that's just the rules
That's just the rules, that's just the rules
That's just the rules