Store Runner lyrics

[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)
sh*t, you know the truth
I don't even know why they think they can f*ck with us

[Verse 1: Drakeo the Ruler]
It's time to put an end to all this nonsense
I left Jesus blood from his head on the concreate
All my opps bums they be shopping at the swap meet
Stop me, b*tch you better off tryna drop dead
The dawn watch me pull up in the drop head shots fired
Pull up on a block look its John Gotti mops by me
Crucify these n*ggas do what Simons says consequences
Hood up on him with the di*ks and the condom busting
Silencers, got the Midas touch when im dropping opps
Two piecе put his ass to sleep n*gga rock-a-bye
Everything creamy Häagеn-Dazs pops on my knots
Catch you hiding at the ? then shots get fired
Kill it with them comments on the gram like yall poppin out
b*tch we been them n*ggas in the street you at your mommas house
n*gga I had 13 chops in my momma couch
Heater on me n*gga it got dragon breath that's a Tec
Any sense of foul play call aim it at the ref
Ugh, I said what I said
And he can't read the comments right now cause that n*gga dead
Ill let him hold 100 like im letting out a helping hand
Catch me at his BM house doing the Melvin dance
[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
How you wanna war with no money?
You are not a joint
You a store runner dummy
I double parked the dawn with the scoreboard in front it
I'm a made n*gga do some chores for a n*gga

[Verse 2: MoneySign $uede]
We know the truth but with the cops we dont know nothing
n*gga if you dont like me please let a n*gga know some
n*ggas rapping about straps but they don't tote nothing
A n*gga keep on talking they gone make his ass a go fund
Where was you when ain't any money on my books
When i was down bad hitting houses just for nothing
The studios all booked and im sliding with my thugs
It was lick after lick little n*gga its not enough
Im with my n*gga drakeo with the metal
Came out of jail and you still not in our level
Make a n*gga run like he tryna win a medal
Store runners n*ggas from they block they ain't devils
We the rebels we the n*ggas that be wit it
You n*ggas just started ask q we've been sinning
I just hit a lick you shoulda seen the way I did it
I ain't like these n*ggas so dont compare me to nobody
Always keep a strap cause i heard they wanna pop me
Imma block boy hot boy like bobby
Im sticked up like hockey ain't nobody boutta rob me
Skinny n*gga but my pockets on swole
I remember i was down i remember i was broke
I said what i said you a b*tch you a hoe
I'm walking with my sh*t with a stick like im old
Ay, on God

[Verse 3: Rafly The Plug]
We the truth that's some they better know
If we talking getting money im miles ahead of them
Opps ain't doing no sliding they scared of us
Told the b*tch i ain't got no feelings im scared to trust
n*ggas want money and jewelry but dont wanna carry no guns
You hanging wit the opps you get smoked like a camel crush
Made his b*tch open up her mouth for the scammer bunch
Play with me your family gone be setting your candles up
Finesse a n*gga and his cuz cause im pulling up dummy whammies now
She'll suck di*k on camera to get some cameo
I dont talk to the pigs, I'm stitched lipped that's just the code
I already know why you mad we winning yall n*ggas old
She gave me money I gave her di*k I'm a jiggalow
Long as she pay I dont care how she look I do is bigalow
If you dont know what to do with you're b*tch imma send the hoe
When she not being you're boyfriend she with tris getting physical
The Plug