Jaae - 9th Rule Lyrics

Rule one, don't ever chase a bitch nor bum
Just remember if they f*ck up, time to have
Some fun
Rule two, we lookin' at your homies too
Matter of fact, that's exactly what the f*ck I came to do
I'm like
I won't let it cross my mind
Swear fo God, it got me feelin' like
Till I'm on top, well pass my prime
Can't forget rule three
Knock some sense into these niggas that pretend to bleed
Rule four, don't do shit till you get that doe, I'm a minty lil' nigga, ain't no tic-tac-toe
Rule five, don't trust these hoes, it's in the signs
I ain't judging by a cover, read between the lines
Rule six, don't trust a ho that flex bout sex, cut that bitch about your life, now that became
Ya ex
And that was seven, keep f*ckin' with me
Then get visions of goin' to heaven These niggas is scared, go to church and call the reverend
Just make sure that they take that bait
That's rule eight, my flow is really sharper than shape
Damn, number nine?
The thought of all these rules got me feelin' like
I won't let it cross my mind
I swear, fo God, it got me feelin' like
Till I'm on top, well pass my prime
D, why they tryna flex on me?
Like if pennin' ain't my motherf*ckin' specialty
These hoes think, they got some kinda special tea
That's on me?
We know you Do N-O-T
Cause I'm the Teflon Don, yo, where the Tesla Don?
If you see a shade of pink, J-O-A-T, God
Jack of all trades!
Bitch, what they call it, a spade?
You gon' end up six under, dig you up with a spade, okay!
Full throttle, bitch, I'm all up in it Take a styling tip, go shoppin' where the malls is in it
False percentage, I want my cut for all the damage
F*ck you, pay me, like the whores is in it
And then, you stressin' bout me
Got you feelin' like
I won't let it cross my mind
I swear, for God, it got me feelin' like Till I'm on top, well pass my prime
Not this nigga back again
Nigga talkin' slick, I'll knock him on his back again
Has been, I ain't f*ckin' with no clown again
Rats again, control your nigga, pest poison
Silly bitches took the bait, I got em trapped again
Snap again, I bet I'm on yo ass again Hoes is faker than some plastic
Word to Barb and Ken
Left that nigga where he at and now he bored again
How you tryna take me out, you can't afford to sit
I'ma need it all back, the f*ck is four percent?
Four percent?
Lil' nigga, I need full percent
How you flexin' like you got it, you need full consent
Get what I'm sayin'
Yeah, it's the truth, it got you feelin' like
I won't let it cross my mind
I swear, for God, it got me feelin' like Till I'm on top, well pass my prime