[Verse: Eem Stacks]

Rule number one, just get up real close

Rule number two, just hit his face and make him feel those

Rule number three, just kill his real bros

Don't get the niggas that just claimin', throwin' up and makin' drill posts

Rule number four, just run them bands up

And if that shit start gettin' low, just make a nigga put his hands up

Rule number five, you gotta stay stand up

And if you get grabbed for them bodies, ain't no tellin' nigga, man up

Rule number six, you gotta stay ready

And if a nigga get out of hand, just turn his taco to spaghetti

We bend blocks on opps, right out of Chevys

We put shit on Fox and we done put shit on Reddit

Damn, I got off track, it's back to sevеn

Bounce from out that V and when he fall, stand ovеr top, send him to heaven

All the bad bitches on my dick, 'cause I'm a veteran

We blitz they block from both ways, we puttin' belt out, teachin' niggas lessons

Rule number eight, just play it safe, no thinkin' with your dick

That's how the last one, he got hit all in his face

Told my shooters bring his head back on a plate, he clockin' out too late

He dropped his fries and all that hot shit hit his face

Rule number nine, just bend the 9, just pop out like surprise

Make sure you send him up with Fro and all his guys

Hit a nigga in his head, 'cause we tryna see what's on his mind

And they can't talk about that pressure in the hood, 'cause we apply

Rule number ten, just bend the [?], don't think you need a frown

Stake your chips, make sure you take care of the men

Told my niggas we gon' stick right to the plan, just count the dividents

Fuck the opps, 'cause we ain't makin' no amends

Rule number eleven, it's fuck the seven and let the shell catch you

First nigga fall, you stand on top and bust his melon

I'm some like Major Payne, I say his name and my soldiers come steppin'

I saw we hit his brain, he felt that flame, the opps ain't learnt they lesson

Rule number twelve, just fuck 12 and screamin' free 12

Make sure they screamin' free the guys from outta the cell

That switchy hit his body, then he fell, now that nigga in the air

He was DOA so they ain't even count the shells

Bloody, this the rules to YFA, let you know that we don't play

Bend that block and treat the 9, just like a range

You bounce up out that V, then hit his face, he should have tied his lace

He went to work, he should have chose another day