No Rules

(I love you, Ryo) You got an issue, be 'bout that I'm on hundred with my 30, nigga, nigga better shoot back Your ass dissin', better clap back That lil'-ass gun, boy, that shit whack Go grab my gun, bring it right back, hmm Play with the Mobb, nigga got banana clip on the stick tac' All designer jewelry, nigga poppin' out with a ****in' diamond back You ain't got no toolie, best believe I'm the one that's tryna get 'em wrapped Ain't no rules in this Baby Life shit, now the nigga scared to trap **** it, take them niggas off the map, mm Lil' b***h, come get this vampire bite, b***h wanna live a vampire life Handgun, and my partner got the damn strap, no dyke Sumo locked up, BJ locked up, JuGlizz twenty-five, nigga made me cry Yeah, ayy, I ain't never been scared to die, I just wanna fly I said, "Whoa, go and pop it, probably wouldn't hurt to try" Oh, go poppin' the gang on 'em just to start a ****in' riot You confused, b***h, I'm not no liar B***h, I'm too 'bout this ****in' iron Money fall out the ATM like goo if you got ****in' Chime Look what you said, man These niggas old, eeny, miny, moe, niggas just be lyin' I was juggin' that ho, ****in' that b***h, what a waste of time Pull up, slayin' shit 'bout slime Told slime pour me up some more Sprayin' like Sosa on Wockhardt line P***y niggas not hard These hoes love them some rockstars Been flexin' expensive Chrome Hearts Get more racks than a monarch We got hella sticks tucked, hella sticks tucked, yeah Brand-new MAC-11, keep your lips up, yeah Whoa said send some shots, move violent You got an issue, be 'bout that I'm on hundred with my 30, nigga, nigga better shoot back Your ass dissin', better clap back That lil'-ass gun, boy, that shit whack Go grab my gun, bring it right back, hmm Play with the Mobb, nigga got banana clip on the stick tac' All designer jewelry, nigga poppin' out with a ****in' diamond back You ain't got no toolie Best believe I'm the one that's tryna get 'em wrapped Ain't no rules in this Baby Life shit, now the nigga scared to trap **** it, take them niggas off the map, mm She like, "What you doin'?" I was countin' up, flexin' We take niggas off Me and my gang not stressin' Sticked up, where your weapon? Damn, feds on my ass, yeah Whip that shit too fast, yeah I can't come in last, yeah Do the whole damn dash, yeah Shoot the whole damn mag, yeah Tats on my neck, yeah Tats on my abs, yeah Got these niggas mad, yeah I don't even want your nat, yeah You can have her back, yeah Son these niggas, dad