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Hold up Hold Up
Let me start it y'all Haha
Yeah n***as the gang is back again
Royce giving his beard a scratch again
Crooked lit a Cuban
Joe acting like he tweeting but he do that once the track begin
I'm just nibbling on this plastic pen
This sounding like the beginning of a tape
Usually yellow and yellow bellies can pick a fake
We ain't have to go soft to get this cake
I watched n***as skate for figures
Throw away rollerblades for figure skates
I'm just a rough New Yorker f**king b***hes that only listen to Drake
Every night's dinner date hater get a plate
I tell shorties pick a steak but make sure it's to go
Incase I want to start eating her face
Mouth full give me mouth drool
I was that throwback thurs
You want that back blown out cool
But you ain't about to
Just be over sitting on that couch boo
That ain't how it go you know the House Rules
Uh no phones inside the telly
Pics inside the celly
Baby you know the house rules
Yeah respect over a dollar
Death before dishonour
Partner you know the house rules
Uh if I'm up you can't be down
And I'm down to tear s**t up for you homie
You know the house rules
Yeah all b***hes with flat stomachs
No cars under a hundred
My n***a you know the House Rules
I'm high Chillin' with Bruno on Mars
Crooked's verses put 'em in hearses call 'em funeral bars
But these funeral bars they bought me them beautiful cars
Like a celebrity photographer I shoot for the stars
I'm just grinding with my clique 'til we close to the La Costa Nostra
Lookin' over my shoulder with a toaster and a shoulder holster
Cause n***as wanna approach or get close They could hope to smoke ya
When a vulture opposes ya folks its an emotional roller coaster
Ya friends became foes everything backwards pimps became h*es
You know how the game goes
F**k it one less n***a to split the pie up
As long as I triumph you fake f**ks can dry hump
Success is the mission before the mortician
Fill me with the bombin fluid I promise that I gotta do it
I took some street money then I added some commas to it
To cover my a*s like Obama Care and the trauma unit G
Oh what you thought You thought I wasn't loaded up huh
You thought I left my last hot line floatin'
In the puddle of vomit before I sobered up huh
I hope you know ya n***as sound mad
And its goin' down fast with no signs of slowin' up huh
It's blood sweat and tears I shed blood sweat tears so wipe the sweat
I confess I insane rap
I went and weighed the height of my success and now the game back
Like biker vests
I'm Bogarted the so called un bogartable
Turning yo artist to post modern flow particles
Far as the streets go we got our fingers
On the pulse of this with no cardio believe me
We slidin' all over this chess board like
We playin' a lil' Ouija with no Mario this s**t is easy
We blowin' our budget we'll battle you f**k it
Our attitude's f**k it that's why the song about nothin'
What you thought
It's House Rules f**k it crime rules is in yo face
Wet your Gucci with the Nine too You try to win this race
Hawk a loogie on ya Louis V and Louboutin
Shoe until we see the baton move
How you gonna defend ya fate
And then send you astray make you late continuous
It's a win win for us like you askin' us a question continuously
You can't contend with us One of us like ten of us
Crew is covered and it's the government gunners is like senators
I'm in all black like I just got a funeral call
Stand up guy that was rumored to fall
Before the gloons get involved
If there's a problem I hope its soon to be solved
N***a done did so many d**gs that I'm immune to 'em all
Whole state is on my back can't wave them from the facts
Drop some money on your head I'm just playing with the racks
But in case you want to act don't
Fruit of the loom now get evasive with that
Bunch of grapes on a strap that'll do whatever Joe says
In Tropez with a bird that look like Selena Gomez
A younger Felipe Lopez
Free agents want to get down that's on the back page
Whole team got one in the chamber wheres the cap space
Vixen in the bed with another on the dial
A know the Wi fi was great shorty buffered for a while
It's Joe speeding off with the tail pipe smoking
And f**k rules they was made to be broken
The house is back open
