Ruth’s Chris Freestyle Lyrics – Remble

[Verse 1: Remble & Drakeo The Ruler]
New b¡tchєѕ 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 n¡ɡɡα, 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 n¡ɡɡαѕ that will but I know you won't
I know some n¡ɡɡαѕ 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 ѕh¡t 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 thе odd one, I didn't fit in (Hated on me)
Now all thе n¡ɡɡαѕ that bled me, I'm finna ѕh¡t 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 cooking was when you in the kitchen
I was cooking 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 fμcκ¡ng bit me, oh
And don't play with Remble because he got a gun (Smart)
And don't play with Smokey because he got a semi
If, we bounce out with choppas, I know they better run
(Get outta there, get outta there)
'Cause we don't stop shooting until our clips are empty
N¡ɡɡαѕ 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 killing plenty n¡ɡɡαѕ (Perfect)
Flip a n¡ɡɡα, make 'em feel sorry for even dealing with us
Free the real (Keep the rest), until them n¡ɡɡαѕ free
N¡ɡɡαѕ 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 ѕh¡t for free
Ayy, keep that ѕh¡t on drive don't even park the car
Ayy, Remble he trippin', he going bar for bar
And they know I'ma finish so they don't even start
Ayy, we came a long way from running fades at the park
B¡tch, 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 see I'm a joint (ѕh¡t)
B¡tch, I'm with my best friends (They not tough)
XDs, Glocks, big mops, Deagles, and FNs

[Verse 2: Drakeo The Ruler]
ѕh¡t, that's a stick on me
He used to walk you to the park, we finna get on him
Don't give a fμcκ if that's your big homie
Get extra points if you knockdown to somebody
N¡ɡɡαѕ talking 'bout "They want me", n¡ɡɡα come find me
How we just left a n¡ɡɡα 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 n¡ɡɡα then went partying at Ruth's Chris
Ku Klux, hang a ρμѕѕy n¡ɡɡα doing too much
All that d¡cκ riding you doing, need a new butt
Fμcκ all that atting me on Twitter, come out and shoot some
N¡ɡɡαѕ wolfing, 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?
B¡tch, I beat life twice, I'ma two-timer, shoe shiner
Flick of the wrist, look I bought new diamonds
My lil' n¡ɡɡα wanna whack you, I got his shoe size
Tryna reach for my pieces, n¡ɡɡα, 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
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)