Rules

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 Rule number one, if it's about me, at me so I can see it
 Rule number two, if you heard shit that
 Didn't come from me, then don't believe it
 'Cause I hate a bitch that like to post shit
 Then before you see it she delete it
 Or when you come to her
 She get to switching up like, "Girl I ain't even really mean it"
 So when I catch you lacking
 Don't say shit, just prepare your ass for this beating
 'Cause on sight means on sight
 Not in no counselors office having meetings
 And if you pull my tracks
 I'm gon' break your face and you really gone be left bleeding
 'Cause these foreign bundles of Brazilian Straight
 Don't need to be left leaning
 And rule three, if you stating facts, then let me see them receipts
 'Cause if I find out that y'all hoes lying
 All them asses getting beat
 And y'all saying this and y'all saying that
 But y'all hoes ain't really 'bout shit
 Come with that jumping shit I gotta chopper in
 The back with a scope and I do not miss bitch!
 Bitch, woah
 Play with this shit if you want to hoe
 Man I don't even know
 I won't even keep in touch
 So my name in your mouth
 Then you doing too much
 Bringing up lies and such
 And she ain't hard unless you where the crew and them
 Online screaming she got real hands
 But in real life, she don't know what to with them
 Man she run her mouth like a meter
 But when it's time to ride, I ain't seen her
 So next time, if you ain't tryna hook
 Then lil' bitch, watch your demeanor
 Lyrics dirty, but the flow is cleaner
 Watch me slap her shit like Serena
 Yeah slap her shit like Serena
 Make her spin around like ballerinas
 You know what I, do
 She don't got a, clue
 Can't hang with the, gang
 If you not the, crew
 I want 30K on my wrist
 Gold yellow like piss
 I got four labels tryna sign the kid
 And I don't know which one that I'ma pick
 (Which one that I'ma pick)
 Rule number one, if it's about me, at me so I can see it
 Rule number two, if you heard shit that
 Didn't come from me, then don't believe it
 'Cause I hate a bitch that like to post shit
 Then before you see it she delete it
 Or when you come to her
 She get to switching up like, "Girl I ain't even really mean it"
 So when I catch you lacking
 Don't say shit, just prepare your ass for this beating
 'Cause on sight means on sight
 Not in no counselors office having meetings
 And if you pull my tracks
 I'm gon' break your face and you really gone be left bleeding
 'Cause these foreign bundles of Brazilian Straight
 Don't need to be left leaning
 And rule three, if you stating facts, then let me see them receipts
 'Cause if I find out that y'all hoes lying
 All them asses getting beat
 And y'all saying this and y'all saying that
 But y'all hoes ain't really 'bout shit
 Come with that jumping shit I gotta chopper in
 The back with a scope and I do not miss bitch!
 You know what I, do
 She don't got a, clue
 Can't hang with the, gang
 If you not the, crew
 And y'all saying this and y'all saying that
 But y'all hoes ain't really 'bout shit
 Come with that jumping shit I gotta chopper in
 The back with a scope and I do not miss bitch!
 You know what I, do
 She don't got a, clue
 Can't hang with the, gang
 If you not the, crew