Neiman & Marcus Don't Know You - Drakeo The Ruler

All that dick riding’ll get a nigga flipped

Princess cuts on my wrist like an emo bitch

Done mud walked in Neimans twice, I don’t need no help

This forty bulging on my hip, I don’t need no belt

Luke Skywalkin', pints caulkin', I’m an addict

Come get slippy with the knock knock bandits

The Stinc man will come supply my Grammys

I guess that’s a double whammy

Niggas talking all this money and this fly shit on Pro Tools

Nigga Neiman and Marcus don’t even know you

Niggas talkin' all these coupes, where the dash, where your logo

In the back of your Snapchat is a Volvo

Niggas talking all this money and this fly shit on Pro Tools

Nigga Neiman and Marcus don’t even know you

Niggas talkin' all these coupes, where the dash, where your logo

In the back of your Snapchat is a Volvo

Clown niggas, niggas be actors

An F&N in Bally jeans for fashion

These niggas act up, I’m whamming niggas in traffic

You can’t run that far, I’m driving the Nascar

I’m blatant if I’m pagan shit, nigga if it’s vacancy

Man down, tape the scene, blood on my Maison sneaks

They can see, play with me, we ain’t finna make a scene

You ain’t gettin' bread so you hate on me basically

Big Banc Uchies on the dashboard and the sink

The last one was off a Stinc, high as fuck off the Stinc

Wired up, hard to blink, niggas need they offering

Niggas just be poppin' it, the grey bags is all around

Niggas talking all this money and this fly shit on Pro Tools

Nigga Neiman and Marcus don’t even know you

Niggas talkin' all these coupes, where the dash, where your logo

In the back of your Snapchat is a Volvo

Niggas talking all this money and this fly shit on Pro Tools

Nigga Neiman and Marcus don’t even know you

Niggas talkin' all these coupes, where the dash, where your logo

In the back of your Snapchat is a Volvo

They be doin' all this popping and all this fly shit and all that.

talking about all these coupes and shit niggas driving.

Back of your Snapchat,

'96 Volvo.

Niggas talkin' all that, poppin' all that fly shit and all that

shit.

All that shit on Pro Tools and all that.

That shit sound good, shit nigga,

in person you got busted ass Air Forces, motherfuckers yellow at the bottom,

just keep poppin' that shit though nigga.

All that boosting niggas doing nigga.

Come on fool.

All that stealing and shit niggas doing fool.

Acting like they

blowing bands and all that.

Come on fool, we know you.

The window shopper,

nigga Neiman and Marcus don’t even know you