No Rules lyrics

[Intro]
(Laudiano)
Do our own sh*t, we don't know the rules
In my pocket, I got all blues (Joog)

[Verse: BlueBucksClan DJ & Jeeezy]
Bloody Christian Loubs look like bowling shoes
You got [?], we got [?]
We don't love these b*tches, yeah, we let 'em choose
Yeah, we in the Rolls, huh
We in the Rolls and these other whips in back of us
Big foreigns, ain't no motherf*cking Acuras
Hopping out that b*tch bleeding, think I'm Dracula
'Member I was broke riding on that [?] bus
Now I ain't in it 'less that b*tch got a [?]
BucksClan in this b*tch, yeah, it's just us
Same n*ggas from the [?], yeah, we flexed up
When I'm with my n*ggas, yeah, it's a clan rally
All these blues in this b*tch, it's a band rally
From the gutter, we was running in that damn alley
It was [?], now it's all [?]
I ain't never f*cked no [?], it was all baddies
I was smoking pom-pom, now this Wood fatty
Michael Kors on your wrist, on my wrist Patty
Christians bleeding on my feet, need a f*cking bandage
Yeah, I'm dripping like [?]
Hotboxing in the Tesla, n*gga, spark up
The Model S a spaceship when it start up
Ran out of juice, had to let it charge up
Big sh*t for n*ggas if they try to barge us
Bad b*tches looking for me like I'm Waldo
Three-five all in my Wood, ain't no [?]
Louboutins bleeding on my toes, ain't no [?]
Yeah, I know that's your b*tch, I make her smile though
LA Prime eating good, b*tch, it's steak time
I got b*tches calling me all on FaceTime
Got a attitude 'cause I don't ever make time
Only f*ck with b*tches that got great minds
Every time the b*tch with me she have a great time
Every day my birthday, b*tch, it's cake time
[?] hundreds, I remember they was [?] twos
Backwood full of gas, I smoke good [?]
For a [?] I'm f*cking up my good shoes
I'm with the Clan, yeah, we ball, b*tch, we don't lose
Big double-R, feeling like I'm [?]
Came in the game [?], I don't know the rules
These n*ggas think they f*cking with us, man, these n*ggas fools
These n*ggas think they fly in them f*cking Trues
Gucci snakes on my feet and I don't go to zoo
I get money, yeah, for fun, that's my f*cking [?]
She mad at me, I don't text, yeah, I'm f*cking rude
Poured off the Tech, yeah, I'm f*cking screwed
I could tell she wanted me 'cause she stay [?]
n*ggas peep us in the club, yeah, they stay spying
Really wanna be us bad, these n*ggas stay trying
n*ggas broke with no hoes, n*ggas stay lying
All this chicken in my pocket, yeah, I ain't frying
Yeah, I'm bleeding like I'm Ricky but I ain't dying
My n*ggas walking with them sticks and they ain't [?]
I keep f*cking on these hoes, yeah, that ain't mine
[?] pull up with a [?], finna pour a four
[?], make a n*gga tuck his [?]
Every time I pop out a n*gga tuck his b*tch
Press a button in that Benz, yeah, [?]
On the road to the money, ain't no GPS
She said she love me, run these scripts up in CVS
Thousand dollar shoes, yeah, b*tch, that's how I walk
[?] going up in this b*tch, yeah, that's my fault