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Rumble (feat. Tayy Floss)

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Rumble (feat. Tayy Floss)

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Grrt

Woo, woo, woo

092mlb (opps know how I'm rockin', grrt)

I make a call and it's war, huh?

It's 09s to the Cloccs, man

Run up, get done up, nigga

Spin the block, nigga (grrt)

Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?

09, 100 Cloccs, we really do this shit, nigga

What's up nigga? GDK, nigga (it's that 100 Cloccs shit, man)

We really do this, nigga

What's up, nigga? Spin the block, grrrt, gdk

(All I know is you better have your vest, all that gangsta shit I put it to test)

Step on the field, watch 'em crumble (brr)

Talkin' for what but you ain't put no work (pah, pah)

All that talk but you ain't wanna rumble (grrt)

Knuckle up, or get put on a shirt (bah, bah, bah)

Send shots, hit you and your uncle (uncle, yeah, bah)

Talkin' for what but you ain't been the first (grrt)

Sauce drip like I stepped in a puddle (puddle, bah, bah)

Don't be fooled by these frames, get left in the dirt

Yeah, I'm not with the talkin' or linkin' shit, disrespect, nigga lit

I just stick to the breesh, lay low 'cause these niggas be ignorant (brr)

Friday, I'm hittin' shit, where I'm parkin' my v's like this (skrrt, skrrt)

Flatbush got me stuck on a bracelet (precinct)

Tell the da, I ain't writing no statements (writing no statements)

Big boot, have you stuck in the pavement (blah, blah)

Talkin' the books, have you wait for arraignment

Tellin' them lies, I can't give 'em the facts

Balmains keep a nina attached

Big body where I'm packin' my Mac

Big 092 but I stay with a mac

Skate to my block, but you ain't do shit

Say you got chops, but you ain't shoot shit

Come to my block, we keep two grips

Call the real choppers, we spin in two whips

Niggas talk, for what? (grrrt)

They know, we bend blocks for sure, shoot what, shoot who?

Caught in the road, that pole give you two shots, who hot?

Don't give a fuck who block, free Clax, free shots

Don't give a fuck who flock, get your hoe shot up (bah, bah)

Certain niggas if you touch that'll get you brushed (bah, bah)

I ain't talkin' no bluff, run up, try your luck (skrrt)

Shooters in the club, ready to gun bust

You know what's up, keep my drac' tucked ain't no runnin' up

Hundreds in the bag, you know how the Cloccs move

When I see an opp treesh, yeah, she scream: Woo

All my niggas on the road, tryna eat food

Cookin' up couple tracks, I'm the new fuse

Switch it up, now I'm back on that trap shit (on that trap)

Hit the block, hit the road, get it back quick (get it back)

Had to bake half the work, make it backflip (make it backflip)

Posted up on that block, for that package (skrrt)

Shooters on call, this ain't no practice (bah, bah)

Act quick, at your dome with that mac stiff (grrr)

Fast whip, spin your block, know you're tragic (skrrt, skrrt)

Bitches know floss with, all my woos trappin' (woo)

Ain't no average

09 to the Cloccs, all my niggas on point for that action

And we packin', sick a nigga if he jackin' that he stackin' (gdk)

Know my nigga savage

Skinny nigga but my pockets full of cabbage (breesh)

Folk treesh from the floss, so they average

Blue cheese make these bitches throw they ass quick (give me that)

Now I'm on top, hands out for the little six (nah)

Man these niggas sick

Would they ask for the sauce if you ain't post the pic of your latest shits, can't get the drip (never)

Niggas came for the sauce, that'll get you clipped careful with the four-fifth (bah, bah, grah)

Hundred doors kicked (grrr), keys in the cut

Don't try your luck, couple shots to your gut (grrr)

Told my niggas ain't no lettin' up (nah)

One call and I bet my shooters lift you up (grrr)

Niggas talk, for what? (bah, bah, bah)

They know, we bend blocks for sure, shoot what, shoot who?

Caught in the road, that pole give you two shots, who hot?

Don't give a fuck who block, free Clax, free shots

Don't give a fuck who flock, get your hoe shot up

You already know it's that 100 Cloccs shit, man

Nigga, we out here, nigga

Fuck is you talkin' bout, nigga?

Spin the block, nigga (grrrt)

Posted up on the block every day, nigga

Spin the block, nigga

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