Drakeo The Ruler – Having Fun lyrics

[Verse 1]
Stinky stinky chinky
Teen in my hand I went blank from not blinkin'
A beam on the forty, can you blame me for not thinkin'?
Mind gone, this is my throne
Forty pointers in the watch, I can't tell time on
Pourin' fives in the soda, bitch my mind gone
Yeah you fly but we in a different timezone
Hittin' gates in Margielas is what I'm on
That Freddy Krueger strangle Judas with a python, I'm that rude
Boosie fade like I came from Baton Rouge, that too
Ten chains on, bitch my neck hurt, that cool
Shanaynay, Shanaynay, I'm 'bout to show you what this MAC do
Sheesh, all I wanted was the bankroll
Rob me, that's somethin' that you ain't doin'
Yeah you got a pint of Hi-Tech but it's acorn, beat
And shit fuck all the homies if I could leave it up to Beaver
I put Buddha on my neck, I tried to leave it up to Jesus
Traphouse jumpin', you peep the snotty nosed kids in here
Drakeo the Ruler, call me mister sneak an F&N
Hoes say I'm heaven sent, I'm dope, I'm the man man, ugh

[Chorus]
Tired of bein' calm
Man you niggas too old to be playin', you'll get hung
Come on bro, stop playin', yeah I'm the rapper with the gun
We aim for head then shoulders, you niggas know you better run
Now please don't take this personal, I'm just a nigga havin' fun

[Verse 2]
Tired of bein' calm
I'm 'bout to hop out and start smackin' shit
Slid in a Jasky, I am not these other rappers bitch
Mister fuckin' Mosely, everybody know I'm packin' steel
High on a beanstalk with Jack and Jill, that's rapper ill, ugh
Shit if we beefin' let me know somethin'
Shoutout to Harvard, them my niggas, they like to pour hundreds
Drakeo why you holdin' a draco, you 'bout to blow somethin'?
Broke ass niggas that be hatin' but never throw money
In Bathing Ape head to toe, I'm fresh out the jungle
Shanaynay, Shanaynay, just shut down the royal rumble
Lost my muscle in a tussle and came back bustin'
Ain't 'bout to peace treat nothin', that ain't up for discussion
Let's be real, they already know the deal
'Cause if I hit Bambino, your brains be layin' in the field
Let's be real, they already know the deal
'Cause if I hit Bambino, your brains be layin' in the field, ugh

[Chorus]
Tired of bein' calm
Man you niggas too old to be playin', you'll get hung
Come on bro, stop playin', yeah I'm the rapper with the gun
We aim for head then shoulders, you niggas know you better run
Now please don't take this personal, I'm just a nigga havin' fun