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letra de rule number one - kyle richh

[intro: kyle richh, ak & dee billz]
grahh, bow, bow, bow
gang, gang, gang
suck my d-ck
hollon, ak
like what, like what (dee billz, n-gga)
gang (kyle richh, i really love you)
look

[verse 1: kyle richh]
rule number one, don’t run
don’t love on no thot, i just love on my gun (muddy)
like, told bro that the fun just begun (grahh)
spinnin’ and spinnin’ we cl!ck ’til it’s done (grahh, grahh, boom)
like, too deep, we gon’ dump out the v
tay got a stick and ty dre got a drum (bow, bow, bow)
like, i’m on the block with a glock
for them opps, we gon’ creep in all black like a nun (grahh, grahh, gang)
like, i said, “baby, i’m ballin’ like nunn”
i really be itchin’ my thumb (grahh, bow)
everything dead, won’t show no love (grahh)
41 so fly like a dove (grahh, grahh, boom)
got the glock on my hip so i cannot get shiggy
i be spinnin’, not talkin’ no vicky
pour up that muddy, that sh-t got me dizzy
she like, “kr the g, do you miss me?” (treesha)
like, i’m not a regular person
24/7, i stay in my birkin (grahh, grahh, boom)
three deep in the v and we purgin’
rippin’ and rippin’, i feel like a surgeon (bow, bow, bow)
better run if you run into me
omg, it’s kr the g, like, uh (gang)
hit him in his t–th, can’t breathe right
everything dead, won’t see no reply (grahh, grahh, grahh, bow)
send five and she throw three, like
throwin’ and throwin’, i feel like eli (muddy)
ju bands in the spot, and she like
free aston, free scottie (scottie)
can’t trust no b-tch, that’s oppy
two’s on my body, i feel like a n-z- (grahh, grahh, grahh)
[verse 2: ak]
kr pass me the stitch, i’m like, “copy”
ak boomin’ and n-gga, no hesi’
his life failin’ if you try to test me (what?)
me and kr, we parked up with the desi’ (with the what?)
like, beam is attached, sh-t is deadly, look (gang, gang, gang, gang)
that’s yo’ b-tch, why you fussin’? (why you fussin’?)
my d-ck good for her throat up and [?]
off of a what? that sh-t got me buggin’ (like what)
if you check up, you know we gon’ boom
if i pull up with dee, that’s a movie
we sendin’ 41 shots at his coofie (grahh, grahh, boom)
skrrt off the scene, then we smoke him like lucy
stay in the house, ’cause sh-t gettin’ spooky (hollon, gang, gang, gang)
like, four on my waist, one in the chamber
she in love ’cause she heard that i’m fraser (i’m fraser)
on her knees, and i don’t gotta make her (gotta make her)
and she like how i f-ck up her makeup (her makeup)
alright, i’ma say it like this
don’t run, don’t holler
he ran up, took a trip, and he [?]
he saw the light, he got sent to the father
f-ck a doctor, don’t even bother
n-ggas p-ssy, can stuff them in lockers
with a knocker, i up it, abuse it
had to tell them, “don’t follow the movement”
don’t try to spin, ’cause your live, you could lose it (grahh, grahh)
[verse 3: kyle richh]
put a hole in his head like a what? (like what?)
put a hole in his head like a donut (like what, like what?)
got the legs in the spot, gettin’ tipsy
screamin’ out, “muddy”, throwin’ up 41
new opp, [?] a roamer
everything dead, get stretched like yoga (grahh, grahh, grahh)
that’s an opp right there, get closer
bro felt tuff, got popped like soda (grahh, grahh, bow)
how y’all dissin’ and subbin’ us? (like)
fraser, hated my n-ggas that’s under us (grahh, boom)
i throw two, you throw three
c in the back, and he sendin’ another one (muddy)
she like, “kr my daddy, i wanna f-ck”
jay got a stick and ty dre got another one
i’ma g, please, i’m not one of them
n-ggas be clowns so you know we make fun of them (grahh, grahh, boom)
she thinkin’ she wifey material

[verse 4: ak]
nah n-gga, she just for the team (gang, gang, gang)
jay tuck in that 4 in that f-nny supreme
no remorse when i’m servin’ the fiends (gang, gang)
blunted my chain, that sh-t shinin’, it gleam
my aim good, so i don’t need a beam
he turned to a zombie, he wobble, he lean (he lean, like)
i’m too lit when i’m off of that bean (glahh, glahh, glahh)
[verse 5: dee billz]
diamonds is dancin’
walk in the spot, and you know that i feel like the man (what, gang, gang)
like, 40 start blammin’
big ebk, but i thought these n-ggas understand that (glahh, glahh, glahh, glahh, glahh, boom)
like, glock with a beam, not gon’ miss when i bl!ck that (at all)
heavy metal and this sh-t got a kick back (gang, gang, gang)
please say less, ’cause i’m not with the chit-chat (what)
he had a ‘fro, but we pushed his whole sh-t back (boom, boom, boom)
brodie gon’ shoot, but i told him to tp
bust on her lips, now she gettin’ real treeshy (treesha)
shots to his face, he gon’ think that it’s 3d
bad lil’ mama, you know that she kinky (she a freak)
must stay on fifty, i gotta move tact
steppin’ on court and i got two straps (gang, gang, gang)
stayin’ on point, ’cause i cannot lack (gang, gang, gang)
i remember late nights, with gang in the trap (gang, gang, gang)
shot close range, now we walkin’ up
call a homicide unit to [?] him up
is you ready to score, is you tough enough?
we don’t need to go deep, it take one of us
pray to god that i make it back from a drill
ain’t no cap b-tch, i’m focused on breesh for real (gang, gang, gang)
catch [?], and get popped like a f-ckin’ pill (gang, gang, gang)
and my hip is up madden, i’m grippin’ steel (gang, gang, gang)
if we see him, we creepin’ up slowly
i could shoot with my left like ginóbili (ginóbili)
thirty clip on my right like i’m curry
heaven gates, he got left, and it’s blurry (blurry)
bullet holes in the v, better call up allstate
hot boy summer, i’ll torch him in broad day
double the body count, took me like four days (gang, gang, gang)
he had a ‘fro, but now it’s a low fade

- kyle richh

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