Killumantii - Rules

(C-C-C-Cormil)

Rule number one if it's 'bout 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 switchin' up
Like, "Girl I ain't even really mean it"
So when I catch you lackin', don't say shit
Just prepare your ass for this beatin'
'Cause, "On sight," means on sight
Not in no counselors office havin' meetings
And if you pull my tracks, I'm gone break your face
And you really gone be left bleedin'
'Cause these foreign bundles of Brazilian Straight
Don't need to be left leanin'
And rule three if you statin' facts then let me see them receipts
'Cause if I find out that y'all hoes lyin', all them asses gettin' beat
And y'all sayin' this and y'all sayin' that
But y'all hoes ain't really 'bout shit
Come with that jumpin' shit
And I gotta chopper in the back with a scope and I do not miss, bitch

Woah (look)
Play with this shit if you want to ho
Man, I don't even know, I won't even keep in touch
So if my name in your mouth then you doin' too much
Bringin' up lies and such
And she ain't hard unless you where the crew and them
Online screamin' 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 see 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 (yeah)
Gold yellow like piss (yeah)
I got four labels tryna sign the kid
And I don't know which one I wanna pick
But I don't know which one I wanna pick

Rule number one if it's 'bout 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 switchin' up
Like, "Girl I ain't even really mean it"
So when I catch you lackin', don't say shit
Just prepare your ass for this beatin'
'Cause, "On sight," means on sight
Not in no counselors office havin' meetings
And if you pull my tracks, I'm gone break your face
And you really gone be left bleedin'
'Cause these foreign bundles of Brazilian Straight
Don't need to be left leanin'
And rule three if you statin' facts then let me see them receipts
'Cause if I find out that y'all hoes lyin', all them asses gettin' beat
And y'all sayin' this and y'all sayin' that
But y'all hoes ain't really 'bout shit
Come with that jumpin' shit
And 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 sayin' this and y'all sayin' that
But y'all hoes ain't really 'bout shit
Come with that jumpin' shit
And 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

Written by:
Aaliyah Davis, Corliss Waitman

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