No Rules lyrics

[Intro: TrDee]
Awstria
f*cking b*tch-ass n*gga

[Verse 1: TrDee]
I know you wanna f*ck a rich-ass n*gga
You know yo dad raised a b*tch-ass n*gga
Old b*tch-ass n*gga can't f*ck with my team
You just mad that my money talk, huh, Charlie Sheen
I ain't gon' lie, if I was you, I would hate myself
I think yo b*tch wanna f*ck with me 'cause she see my belt
Caught the opps out in traffic, point it like I see the help
Let me dive head first in it, Michael Phelps

[Verse 2: BabyTron]
In the A, I just linked up with Dorien
Got that fire on my side, feel like Scorpion
Palm Angels t-shirt, feeling glorious
Feel like a star player, I been scoring sh*t
You save hoes? Okay, Captain Underpants
I don't got a lil' b*tch, ask yo other man
At the self-scan, yes, that's another jam
Oh, the sauce? That's five hundred, brother man

[Verse 3: Samuel Shabazz]
I told that b*tch to suck it well, I'm not yo other mans
She gon' suck di*k and go home with her pus*y untouched
[?] b*tch to save her but there really ain't nothing
Smooth criminal, she gotta go home uncuffed
[?] young n*ggas make me really get the uncle in me
Everything free in the mall, go and f*ck it, dummy
b*tch, you gotta see we gon' ball, feel like I'm Zion
Sorry for the wait that it take but I like the [?]
[Verse 4: StanWill]
Up the rocket, turn a opp to a astronaut
Matter fact, I'll up chop, he Casper now
Off this new BIN, I'm more blessed than a pastor now
Assist, yo b*tch got passed around
Making green off the hams, Dr. Seuss
Checking up on these hoes? Dr. You
If it's beef, we gon' slide on a opp or two
Dirty-ass ham tryna reach? Put the mop to use

[Verse 5: Samuel Shabazz]
Gotta know it ain't no rules to this sh*t
I'm a rude-ass n*gga, cut into a lil' b*tch
I get fuel off the hate, I'll cruise to yo ship
Guns bigger than the clothes on Papoose in this b*tch
It's amazing what you see a ho do for a fix
It's amazing what you see a ho when you the sh*t
You ain't a killer, you more like a state troop or some sh*t
Yeah, we heard you n*ggas telling, heard you made yo homies failing

[Verse 6: BabyTron]
Sick I came euro stepping, b*tch, I'm Dame Lill’
This scam sh*t ain't light, boy, it take skill
Sick me and Dee plotting on the same meal
If the Glock don't kill him then the K will
And if the K don't do it then the tank will
Don't talk about drank to me if it ain't sealed
Shooter came kill streak, that's his eighth kill
Name an IG b*tch that I ain't drilled
[Verse 7: TrDee]
Damn, bro, pass one my way
I'm tryna get head speed driving on the highway
It's the [?] flick, got giffies, it's my birthday
Don't show up to my crib, you'll get killed in the worst way
Huh, that's no cap
Huh, she ain't have a ass, it was all back
Miss a call from the bank, hold on, let me call back
Been learn my lesson, never trip, I'ma fall back

[Verse 8: StanWill]
Never trip, Maison Margielas tied up
You a damn doodoo head if you tryna fight us
Jam the reader three times then I slide once
Catch me OT touring Wally's, this my ninth one
Bro poured some mud in his pop, with his dirty-ass
You ain't really in yours, catch me in thirty bags
Come and get yo b*tch, with her flirty-ass
Never listened to a song but I heard he ass