Letra de Rules - Sauce Walka

(Feat. BossMan Dlow)

(Got AztroInTheCut)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh, yeah

Big Za

Huh

Plug threw it to me 'cause I can hit the trap and get it on

Rule number one, keep your eyes open, watch for the law

Rule number two, stand on business, move like a boss (Nigga)

Walk in Saks Fifth, pick it up, I ain't checkin' how much it cost (No)

Rule number three, fuck the beef, let's get to the cheese (Beep, beep, beep)

Rule number four, never beef 'bout a ho, it's many more

Get them riches, you can pick bitches like eeny, miny, moe

Coach know you better put Dlow in the game, you wanna score (Big Za)

Let me get your phone number, you know you so fine, bae (Come here, bae)

I'm tryna get you in my car, let me make you mine, baby (Come here, baby)

Nigga'll kill you 'bout a bitch, nigga, that shit sound crazy (What the fuck?)

Boy, you wanna get rich? Stop spendin' your time hatin' (Pussy)

Boy, LV on my shoulder, trap niggas takin' over (Trap)

Hop out double-R, this ain't a Range Rover (Nigga)

I got young niggas'll light it up

Nigga better tighten up (Tighten up, nigga)

I be fly as fuck (Uh)

Pull off, Cybertruck (Vroom)

Bae, these Rick Owens, these ain't Jordan 1s (Jordan 1s)

What's your name? Where you from? Where you goin'? (Ayy, where you goin'?)

I'm in the kitchen, tryna— yeah

I'm in the kitchen, tryna break my fuckin' arm (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

You gon' have to run it up, you wanna catch me, nigga (You wanna catch me, nigga)

I can put that pack on you when you're ready, nigga (When you're ready, nigga)

I be drivin' these foreign cars like a Chevy, nigga (Skrrt)

These is not no Nike Dunks, these Giuseppes, nigga (Yeah)

Plug threw it to me 'cause I can hit the trap and get it on

Rule number one, keep your eyes open, watch for the law

Rule number two, stand on business, move like a boss (Nigga)

Walk in Saks Fifth, pick it up, I ain't checkin' how much it cost (No)

Rule number three, fuck the beef, let's get to the cheese (Beep, beep, beep)

Rule number four, never beef 'bout a ho, it's many more

Get them riches, you can pick bitches like eeny, miny, moe

Coach know you better put Dlow in the game, you wanna score (Soo, drip)

Louis duffel got a dog in it, Cybertruck tinted (Shit)

Manson in Miami, couple months, only thing winnin' ('Iami)

Went to Jonny Dang for a pendant, that was three fifty (Johnny)

Heard that it get cold in your city, flew the heat with me (Woo)

Yee-haw, gotta wanna ride on that seesaw (Ooh-wee)

Fifty pints of Quagen from my ese, well, arriba (Quagen)

Necklace Jaxson, waterfall my bitch, look like T Ball (T)

Maybach, Bentley, Cully, that's a million, only three cars (Yeah)

Hey, come sit that ass over here (Yeah)

Bend it over, take a picture, show your ex just what it is (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

If I was your baby daddy, you'd be up a couple mill' (Couple mill')

Bitch, you got a better chance than signin' a new Nike deal (For real)

We park shit at lights for real

Bird come hangin' out that window— (Brr)

Bird come hangin' out that window, all he seen was steerin' wheel

Crashin' shit, this here a movie

I been poppin' since a juvie

Flat screen in a Cybertruck, hood nigga watchin' Tubi (Ooh-wee)

Plug threw it to me 'cause I can hit the trap and— on— on

Rule number one, keep your eyes open, watch— law— law

Rule number two, stand on business, move like a boss (Nigga)

Walk in Saks Fifth, pick it up, I ain't checkin' how— cost— cost (No)

Rule number three, fuck the beef, let's get— cheese— cheese (Beep, beep, beep)

Rule number four, never beef 'bout a ho, it's— more— more

Get them riches, you can pick bitches like eeny, miny, moe (Yeah)

Coach know you better put Dlow in the game— score— score (Soo, yeah, yeah)

Ooh-wee

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