Rules lyrics

[Intro: CEO Trayle]
(Dubba-AA flex)
That motherf*ckin' saxophone beat (Winning lottery numbers coming up)
Talking, it’s like a different language, but I always understand that sh*t
Yeah
For sure
(This is the sound)

[Chorus: CEO Trayle]
Ayy, uh, uh, Xanax popper, uh, Percocet popper, uh
She call me Big Poppa, uh, kicked her off the roster
Ayy, ayy, me and Dubba-AA like Master P and Silkk Shocker
Ayy, ayy, bad b*tch popper, tell her load this chopper
Ayy, ayy, actin'-ass n*gga, uh, you should win an Oscar
Give him the "Is he dead?" kick, pus*y n*gga playin' possum
On Bakman I top shot you, that red beam’ll dot you
n*gga said he made Backdoor, but I was gon' be this sh*t with out you

[Verse: CEO Trayle]
I really miss my main b*tch, but I'm gon' f*ck this b*tch without her
Ayy, in my neighborhood like Roger, turn that boy into spaghetti pasta
All these n*ggas 'round me with blitz and glicks, I'm big, I don't know who shot you
Ayy, Southside, sent me to the doctor, one shot took the soul up out you
n*gga, I'm a South Side repper, a exit one stepper
And double Palm Beach legend, that lil’ n*gga was just an extra
I put a dub on his head, bet them n*ggas come catch it
I felt like I hit the lottery when I seen him on that stretcher (Lottery numbers coming up)
Ayy, I bet these n*ggas ain’t f*cking with me, put your money up, I'll bet you
Ayy, ayy, I’m pullin' b*tches, I gotta catch 'em all like Ash Ketchum
Ayy, she think I'm an ass kisser, baby, I’m a bag-getter
Nothin' like your last n*gga, this might be your last n*gga
Ayy, ayy, baby, put it in your mouth like it's a popsicle
They try to keep me in the studio 'cause I might pop n*ggas
I was the man inside my house, n*gga, I ain't have no pops with us
We got cereal, no milk, I mean, dry pops, n*gga
We had PB and no jelly, but now I got all the bread
And we aim for only head, told the b*tch, "Want only head"
Ayy, "n*ggas ain't f*cking with me and my brother," that's what my other brother said
I call you brother, that mean I love you, f*ck with you, take off his head
[Chorus: CEO Trayle]
Ayy, uh, uh, Xanax popper, uh, Percocet popper, uh
She call me Big Poppa, uh, kicked her off the roster
Ayy, ayy, me and Dubba-AA like Master P and Silkk Shocker
Ayy, ayy, bad b*tch popper, tell her load this chopper
Ayy, ayy, actin'-ass n*gga, uh, you should win an Oscar
Give him the "Is he dead?" kick, pus*y n*gga playin' possum
On Bakman I top shot you, that red beam'll dot you
n*gga said he made Backdoor, but I was gon' be this sh*t with out you

[Outro]
(This is the sound)