Ruth’s Chris Freestyle (feat. Drakeo the Ruler)

New bitches when I drop a new song
 Ruth's Chris after the homies drop a new opp (well done fellas)
 New sticks for you if you want to pop off
 I got a Ruger nigga, we ain't finna boo-bop (I don't fight)
 (Viper)
 If I see a enemy, then it's a shootout
 You can throw your best punch, but it's best you don't (let's be smart)
 You pull up looking for trouble, you get what you want
 I know some niggas that will, but I know you won't
 I know some niggas that kill, but I know you don't
 I used to be in the field like I was Chris Jones
 I could boss up your life, but it'll take a second
 I could put you on shit that you ain't been on
 I could put you in whips that you ain't been in (something new)
 I could take you on rides you couldn't get on (come with me)
 I was always the odd one, I didn't fit in (paid it off)
 Now all the niggas that bled me, I'm finna shit on 'em
 If I told you anything, just know I really meant it
 I wanna rap about passing, but it's just been a minute
 I wanna rap 'bout nine 'cause I ain't really did it
 I tried to tell you my story but, you ain't really listen
 The only time you was cookin' was when you in the kitchen
 I was cookin' up everywhere tryna make the chicken
 My mama told me, "Watch the snakes"
 I didn't pay attention (I should've listened)
 I had to pay the consequences because they fuckin' bit me, oh
 And don't play with Remble because he got a gun (mart)
 And don't play with Smokey because he got a semi
 If we bounce out with choppas
 I know they better run (get outta here, get outta here)
 'Cause we don't stop shooting until our clips are empty
 Niggas silly, pull up and drop 'em to make 'em really feel me
 Caught a body, I was just praying and hoping God forgive me
 Plenty killings, bodies on bodies, they killin' plenty niggas
 Flip a nigga, make 'em feel sorry for even dealing with us
 Free the real (keep the rest), until them niggas free
 Niggas really walking around with thoughts of killing me
 Forgive 'em God, for they not know I keep my blick on me
 Don't go nowhere without my pole, they can't get shit for free
 Ayy, keep that shit on drive don't even park the car
 Ayy, Remble he trippin', he goin' bar for bar
 And they know I'ma finish, so they don't even start
 And we came a long way from running fades at the park
 Bitch, pull up with Glocks with long extensions on 'em
 Yeah, hop out on opps and slaughter your opponent
 Yeah, said you was a gangster and now you gotta show it
 Yeah, one opp on burner and now you gotta blow it
 No cap, it's Remble, but that's beside the point
 Ray Charles and Stevie Wonder, can't see I'm a joint (shit)
 Bitch, I'm with my best friends (they not tough)
 XDs, Glocks, big mops, Deagles, and FNs
 Shit, that's a stick on me
 He used to walk you to the park, we finna get on him
 Don't give a fuck if that's your big homie
 Get extra points if you knockdown to somebody
 Niggas talking 'bout "They want me", nigga come find me
 How we just left a nigga block? Left him dumbfounded
 Lights flashing everywhere, yeah, go 'round me
 We pulled up at his momma's house 'cause he a homebody
 How we just did him was just stupid
 Slammed a nigga then went partying at Ruth's Chris
 Ku Klux, hang a pussy nigga doing too much
 All that dick riding you doing, need a new butt
 Fuck all that atting me on Twitter, come out and shoot some
 Niggas woofing, I love to drop a new opp
 Catch him walking to his car, did him like 2Pac
 I hang out with real killers, that's what you not
 I'm tryna stuff hundreds of thousands up in shoe boxes
 Stinc Team don't like it, what you gon' do about it?
 Bitch, I beat life twice, I'ma two-timer, shoe shiner
 Flick of the wrist, look I bought new diamonds
 My lil' nigga wanna whack you, I got his shoe size
 Tryna reach for my pieces, nigga, is you high?
 With my record, I could never go to Dubai
 He's never coming back and that's that
 I said it two times, ooh (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)