Hell Rell One Blood Lyrics

Ruger, Rell, yeah
Time for some new blood man
These olf n____z ain't doin' it, they're nuthin'
Let's do it, Dipset

Respect my G pass, S-Class, Greek pass
I'm doing real good but still got my ski mask
And the black gloves is right in the back pockets
So that means no prints on the Ruger when I pop it
Being gangsta, I made it cool, watch how I spray the tool
I f___ed your girl in March, made you a April's Fool
Whole month of May, extortion fed my goons
I had some beef in May, but they was dead by June
Old rappers ain't nuthin' but old rappers
They be like "Waddup Ruger, I don't even know these rappers"
And they still stuck in the '80s
Wearing rope chains, they lame, the game need some new blood baby
I'm too gun crazy, jeans cost about a thousand
Dutch, juice by the gallons, i'm heavy on the island
I can send 50 scalpels up in C-73
If you come my home maffed up n____z because of me
And everyone of y'all that said some'n about the Set
How they shot, cuz I ain't finished loading up yet
And that Tru dude, he ain't really true dude
Give him half of the clip cuz I'm in a good mood
I do this by myself, I don't need no books
This rap game is gettin' too loose
I'm only making moves with Papoose
So everybody next up, put your neck in a nuce and jump off a roof
And Styles P., naw I ain't coming for your spot
I'm feeling the Hardest Out whether you like it or not
And I bust the brick open, sit it right in the pot
I get to cookin' then get right to the block
Okay, the clips is bananas, when it come to the hammers
I'm probably the reason your projects puttin' up cameras
I'm runnin' through there squeezin', I know you can't stand this
But now y'all understand us, our cars got cameras
And I'm talkin' to you and your man is my other son
Rock two chains, one jealous of the other one
And I fly Lears, whoever said life's fair
f___ Iraq, I'm goin' to war right here
Bulletproof caddy, I turn down limos
I watch DukeDaGod play frisbee wit' your demos
We ain't signing nobody, the books is closed
But we'll sell you some blow you, can play wit' your nose

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ruger Rell, we need some new blood out here man
This old rappers need to go play bingo somewhere man
Word, Dipset all day
You got what
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em
Ruger