No Rules lyrics

[Intro]
Ain’t no rules when it comes to this sh*t
Ain’t no rules when you playin with them sticks
Get caught, you better have some sealed lips
Where I’m from you get caught better not snitch
Ain’t no rules when it comes to this sh*t
Ain’t no rules when you playin with them sticks
Ain't no rules, n*gga

[Verse 1]
Boy, I had a name in the streets before I ever touched a beat
Don’t let this rap sh*t fool you and get you rest in peaced
I’ll get you whacked for the free you disrespеct me
Now, they favorite pic of you all on thе team
Boy, I got pull and I’m up like I’m Huggies
I been out in Cali, coppin strands for a whole week
The FN will pop your whole team, this b*tch a whole freak
You know I got a thing for rap b*tches, but I like my hoes neat
No, I ain’t black my b*tch eye, but her face beat
I wonder what the opps gonna do when they face me
Long ass Ruger, but it shoot, call it KD
b*tch, I made it rain the playoffs for the whole week

[Hook]
Ain’t no rules when it comes to this sh*t
Ain’t no rules when you playin with them sticks
Get caught, you better have some sealed lips
Where I’m from, you get caught better not snitch
Ain’t no rules when it comes to this sh*t
Ain’t no rules when you playin with them sticks
Get caught you better have some sealed lips
Get caught better not snitch, n*gga
[Verse 2]
Long live wild man, I’m forever on go
I’m gon’ step on everything, like a motherf*cking roach
I just put an opp on the sh*t bag, check the score
He was cappin' like he active, he ain’t even have a pole
First goal was 100, been blew that sh*t bro
Yeah this b*tch fine as hell, but she be playin' with her nose
Every time an opp die, you know a n***a gotta troll
We got the streets locked, got this b*tch in control
N***a come and get your hoe I had her ass on all fours
I said I’m done drinking duces, n***a pour up all fours
Every time I’m in the pic, I be throwin' two four
Every time I catch a n****a, his head always in his phone
We ain’t at Ford Field, but Imma hit him in his dome
Marky different of the erkies, startin' think this n***a clone

(Man chill out, startin' to think yo ass clone n***a, the f*ck)

And I don’t need no mask
But when Unky in the kitchen, boy he do
He be whippin' up some, sh*t mixin bird food
I got every method, show you how to get the birds flew
Boy I don’t give a f*ck, I’ll even serve a Jew
That n***a out here sippin green, tellin hoes it’s Mountain Dew
Thinkin you gon’ rob me, better climb a mountain fool
Or imma teach your ass a lesson, this is not school
Hit his ass with that stick, like we playin pool
Ain’t no rules when it comes to this sh*t
Ain’t no rules when you playin with them sticks
Get caught, you better have some sealed lips
Where I’m from, you get caught, better not snitch
Ain’t no rules, n***a