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(lth) c1 & dt - rumble reload lyrics

[intro]
(ayo eh, sauce it up)

[verse 1: dt, c1]
nuttin like cain when the waps get raisen
he got dipped like he had no papers
he got bun started harlem shaking, it’s mad
i still had stains on my stainless
hands in the air like a white girl raving
pop shots now he’s white girl wasted
we had all guns blazing
rubbed out cause the mandem erased him
i had me a vision like that’s so raven
he got a ching but he weren’t no asian
put his face on the papers
it’s blatant, we made your dead friend famous
fеderal nightmares, scared of thе bacon
when i hear sirens my heart beats racing
free the guys on the wing [?] or they’re using a makeshift
(lt)

[verse 2: c1]
listen up
nutnut’s p+ssed cah perm’s in the mud
axel’s p+ssed cah timmy turnt skunk
crose p+ssed cah skeng turnt runtz (uh, oh)
it’s sad, it’s f+cked
i don’t know about them but i know about us
ptsd getting spun by govs
we scream out ”yeah” and we scream out ”love”
i was with g before corn got flung
solomon died and his older’s rubbed
ha ha
skengz got done he was catty for us
revenge was a must but nuttin for stuttz
out on the hill but the opps don’t come (nope)
foot got cooked he was outside drunk
he ain’t done sh+t since 4+1
[verse 3: dt]
try roll on the gang, let it spray like lynx
mind out latts out on the bl!cks
still ride out with the bine out on the whip
can’t lie down, take the bine out of your skin
he got hit with a twitch, got knifed down
then he signed out like a glitch
got stripe down, made him slide out of the pitch
press the nine three times, we ain’t calling the pigs

[verse 4: c1]
we should’ve never went to the b
but it’s cool pj still f+cked as we speak
.44 corn coming like jb
i ain’t gotta talk, i ain’t gotta preach
what you gonna do when them four wheels screech
when them back doors pop you best run like neenz
ever seen a g17 with a beam?, what’s it like on the losing team?
ask lb, rb got done times three
konez got smoked like craze and squeeze
the whole block got shot, it weren’t by jv (lt)
ying it, rip up a nike tech fleece, air up bine then dab from the scene
another one dropped unlimited dreams
they’re all tired of the shotgun sneeze (bap, bap)

[verse 5: dt]
i know the opps gotta fathom
we make it clap in clapham
bro backed it, tapped it, slapped it
blaine took flight like aladdin
they’re throwing up c’s cause it’s cars they’re crashing
they throw w’s cause their blocks full of w+nkers (wet wipes)
like muhammad ali, bine stings like a bee, when the corn starts banging
[verse 6: c1]
i smoke wormo straight to the dome
creep up gang like slim did
fans wanna stop for the snaps and pictures
jailhouse, i had my name on the gym list (lol)
i don’t know nuttin bout ropes
i don’t know what he thought, but it’s not what he hoped
bally up, ready up, let’s roll
[?] assist by konez (ha)
shegysounds

2nd beat
[intro]
(scarymadethiscold)

[verse 1: c1]
a new opp pack just landed
i ain’t smoking solly or reckz
the opps don’t give no verbal, cause they got [?] face on a pendant (uh oh)
[?] don’t know about vengeance
they ain’t done no sh+t since [?] (ooo)
the rs4 sounds dirty, but it ain’t better than a lambo engine
we was outside tryna let sh+t fly
them man still aim at the sky (safe)
tsc on the wing no skittles, head back fried on exercise
my n+gga drose never let sh+t slide (nope)
back then it was a bruck down tife
i ain’t really into the hyping, i don’t walk round with bendy knives
rude boy you ain’t ever had to burn no garms
the scoreboard’s nuts, why you think them man there got scars (ying it)
used to jump out of bruck down cars
now i’m with s cruising fast
done standard, and i rid basic i already know i won’t get enhance
only got one chance
so labours had an agenda (uh)
i love playing with fire like n+dubz (live)
original tulse hill member, you ain’t gotta ask me if i’m live
[?] got fried and diced, they jumped on snap and denied their guy (why?)
i don’t wanna air no lyca, see them make snaps on [?]rise
[verse 2: dt]
my man got bined but man didn’t die
got my hand on my knife, i ain’t tryna get life when i jump in the ride
got a pump and a knife, let it pump for the vibe
and the opps might slide, but that’s once in a life (love)
free the guys inside, and my opps got scars like the ones from the tribe
he [?] can’t digest (ha)
we got beats like sports direct
don’t chat to the feds and we can’t [?] (nope)
might be a four door if we can’t find peds
hide and seek cah we can’t find them (love)
he got shot and denied, that’s neglect
and [?] on my shank when i ripped his flesh
go check the cassette but they lie for the net
how many got slapped?
on a hospital bed
i ain’t tryna hear what [?] says (no)
[?] got slapped on the bench
when [?] got kweffed couldn’t use his legs, but [?] [?] did cah them boy did jet (d+ckhead)
[?] he got smoked like a blem
[?] he got smoked like a blem
[?] he got smoked like a blem, i ain’t tryna vex them so on to the next

[outro]
shegysounds
(scarymadethiscold)

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