Drakeo The Ruler - Pow right in the kisser lyrics

He ran up on the chop, he’s a boxer Pow, right in the kisseeer This a stick, this a drum, I’ll drop somethin’, n***a Pow, right in the kisseeer I’ma shoot the K until the cops come Pow, right in the kisseeer We did him like that ’cause he’s a spot burner Pow, right in the kisseeer Pull up with the stick with the drum, who wan’ run with me? Pow, right in the kisseeer Stupid shells dumping out the chop, it’s a hundiddy Pow, right in the kisseeer I’ma pull it out the Louis bag, don’t come for me Pow, right in the kisseeer I just stomped a n***a in some Christian Louboutins Pow, right in the kisseeer I just shot a n***a granny house, don’t care who in there Pow, right in the kisseeer I can’t trust the ni**as that I hang with, they be shooting kids Pow, right in the kisseeer I’ll smoke a n***a like a Swisher or a pack of cigs Pow, right in the kisseeer I’ll pull on with a chop on the opps and split a wig (For real) Pow, right in the kisseeer I broke his b***h, he poppin’ it, now I’m poppin’ on Fig Pow, right in the kisseeer We didn’t drive-by, we walked him down, put him in a ditch Pow, right in the kisseeer I got this FN’ll cross a n***a, treat him like a Christian Pow, right in the kisseeer In my Christian Louboutins runnin’, chasin’ me a victim Pow, right in the kisseeer The 7.62s flippin’ll put him in a blender Pow, right in the kisseeer A bartender, I give him shots, now he look drunk like he on liquor Pow, right in the kisseeer Those are not Glocks, buddy, those are ghost guns (Those ain’t real) Pow, right in the kisseeer My homie smoked too many opps, he don’t got no lungs (He ain’t even got no lungs) Pow, right in the kisseeer .223 shells, n***a, that’s for King Kong (That’s for them big-a*s ni**as) Pow, right in the kisseeer Go play that Ruth’s Chris, b***h, that’s my theme song (We eat at Ruth’s Chris every time we walk s**t) Pow, right in the kisseeer In this Bally backpack is a big strap (Got some s**t that really can’t even fit in this backpack) Pow, right in the kisseeer He got flipped, hollows turned him to a Big Mac (Turned his dumb a*s to a burger or somethin’) Pow, right in the kisseeer Dead man, that’s a homie you can’t get back (He’s no longer, he can’t come back) Pow, right in the kisseeer Strippin’ every buster n***a at them kickbacks (They have no chains on, bro) Pow, right in the kisseeer Ridin’ around the city with two straps, I feel like John Wick (Feel like I’m Wick) Pow, right in the kisseeer Caught him front our store, so I flicked him like a Bic (Like a lighter) Pow, right in the kisseeer b*tches choosin’ sides ’cause they knowin’ we the s**t (We them ni**as, we got sticks) Pow, right in the kisseeer We don’t give ’em s**t, we just run ’em, then we dip (We dip, we run ’em) Pow, right in the kisseeer Bro dropped fifty, so I had to place the order (The order, I placed it) Pow, right in the kisseeer Chop his head off and throw his body ‘cross the border (I flipped him like a quarter) Pow, right in the kisseeer You is not a slider, n***a, you the hood porter Pow, right in the kisseeer You could date the b***h if you got the fee to afford her (You can’t buy that b***h) Pow, right in the kisseeer He’s never coming back and that’s that Pow, right in the kisseeer I’ma shoot it ’til my hand cramp Pow, right in the kisseeer I ain’t finna go in bareback, b***h Pow, right in the kisseeer You love me, then come let my friends crash Pow, right in the kisseeer I caught him lacking in a C class Pow, right in the kisseeer We gon’ have to run the beat back Pow, right in the kisseeer You go against the team, you need cash Pow, right in the kisseeer I caught his mama at the repass Pow, right in the kisseeer Another n***a dead, you gotta deal with it (I mean it’s been a long-a*s time) Pow, right in the kisseeer You an internet thug, I’m in them real trenches (You just pop it on the ‘Gram, you weird-a*s n***a) Pow, right in the kisseeer He wanna squabble up, I wanna kill ni**as (I’ma hit him with this chop, we ain’t gon’ box) Pow, right in the kisseeer I’m from the Stinc Team, it’s all real ni**as (We runnin’ s**t, y’all weird) Pow, right in the kisseeer I nutted in her face and told her deal with it (Splashed all on her motherfu*kin’ face) Pow, right in the kisseeer I was cooking in the county on the grill, n***a (I was whippin’ up all type of fancy s**t) Pow, right in the kisseeer I was really in K-Town takin’ field trips (With Ling Ling, Mei Ling, Kim Jong, and all them) Pow, right in the kisseeer All dome shots, we tryna split wigs (We tryna rearrange some s**t) Pow, right in the kisseeer Man, ni**as know what the f**k goin’ on with ni**as (Pow, right in the kisseeer) Man, he’s never coming back and that’s that, n***a Man let that s**t go, bro, like This s**t is ridiculous like (Pow, right in the kisseeer) You ni**as still holding onto grudges and all that s**t from three years ago, man, like (Pow, right in the kisseeer) I’m just saying, like, y’all ni**as, like Come on, bro, like (Pow, right in the kisseeer) Like, like, it’s over with bro, like, man, like, like, come on, bro (Pow, right in the kisseeer) He’s never coming back and that’s that Like (Pow, right in the kisseeer) Like, just face it, bro, like y’all just holding onto this s**t like, n***a (Pow, right in the kisseeer) What y’all gon’ do, wait ’til somebody else get flipped? Like, what’s goin’ on? Like (Pow, right in the kisseeer) Yeah, exactly, n***a, yeah (Pow, right in the kisseeer) (Pow, right in the kisseeer) Pow, right in the kisseeer, pow, right in the kisseeer, pow, right in the kisseeer (Pow, right in the kisseeer) Come on, bro (Pow, right in the kisseeer) He’s no longer (Pow, right in the kisseeerrr)