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pop smoke - rumble (original) lyrics

[intro: pop smoke, tayy floss & dread woo]
(this is joezee)
woo, woo, woo (uhhh)
092mlb (uhhh)
i make a call and it’s war, huh?
it’s 09s to the cloccs, man
run up, get done up, n+gga (uhhh)
spin the block, n+gga (grrt)
f+ck is you talkin’ ’bout?
09, 100 cloccs, we really do this sh+t, n+gga
what’s up n+gga? gdk, n+gga (it’s that 100 cloccs sh+t, man)
we really do this, n+gga
what’s up, n+gga? spin the block, grrrt, gdk
(all i know is you better have your vest, all that gangsta sh+t i put it to test)

[verse 1: pop smoke & tayy floss]
step on the field, watch ’em crumble (crumble, brr)
talkin’ for what but you ain’t put no work (skrrr skrrr)
all that talk but you ain’t wanna rumble (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’ sh+t, disrespect, n+gga lit (no, no, no)
i just stick to the breesh, lay low ’cause these n+ggas be ignorant (brr)
friday, i’m hittin’ sh+t, where i’m parkin’ my v’s like this (hittin’, skrrt, skrrt)
flatbush got me stuck on a bracelet (bracelete, precinct)
tell the da, “i ain’t writing no statements” (no no)
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 (yeah)
big 092 but i stay with a mac (yeah yeah bah)
spinned through my block, but you ain’t do sh+t (bah)
say you got chops, but you ain’t shoot sh+t (bah)
come to my block, we keep two grips (no)
call the real choppers, we spin in two whips (spin the block)
[chorus: pop smoke & tayy floss]
n+ggas talk, for what? (grrrt)
they know, we bend blocks for sure, shoot what, shoot who? (uhhh)
caught in the road, that pole give you two shots, who hot?
don’t give a f+ck who block, free clax, free shots
don’t give a f+ck who flock, get your hoe shot up (bah, bah)

[verse 2: tayy floss]
certain n+ggas if you touch that’ll get you brushed (uhhh, bah, bah)
i ain’t talkin’ no bluff, run up, try your luck (uhhh, skrrt)
shooters in the club, ready to gun bust (uhhh)
you know what’s up, keep my drac’ tucked ain’t no runnin’ up (uhhh, bah bah)
hundreds in the bag, you know how the cloccs move (uhhh)
when i see an opp treesh, yeah, she scream, “woo” (uhhh)
all my n+ggas on the road, tryna eat food (uhhh)
cookin up couple tracks, i’m the new fuse (uhhh, skrrt)
switch it up, now i’m back on that trap sh+t (uhhh, on that trap)
hit the block, hit the road, get it back quick (uhhh, get it back)
had to bake half the work, make it backflip (uhhh, make it backflip)
posted up on that block, for that package (uhhh, skrrt)
shooters on call, this ain’t no practice (uhhh, bah, bah)
act quick, at your dome with that mac stiff (grrr)
fast whip, spin your block, know you’re tragic (uhhh, skrrt, skrrt)
b+tches know floss with, all my woos trappin’ (woo)
ain’t no average
09 to the cloccs, all my n+ggas on point for that action (uhhh)
and we packin’, sick a n+gga if he jackin’ that he stackin’ (uhhh, gdk)
know my n+gga savage (uhhh)
skinny n+gga but my pockets full of cabbage (uhhh, breesh)
folk treesh from the floss, so they average (uhhh)
blue cheese make these b+tches throw they ass quick (uhhh, give me that)
now i’m on top, hands out for the little six (uhhh, nah)
man these n+ggas sick
would they ask for the sauce if you ain’t post the pic of your latest sh+ts, can’t get the drip (uhhh, never)
n+ggas came for the sauce, that’ll get you clipped careful with the four+fifth (uhhh, bah, bah, grah)
hundred doors kicked (grrr) keys in the cut (uhhh)
don’t try your luck, couple shots to your gut (uhhh, grrr)
told my n+ggas ain’t no lettin’ up (uhhh, nah)
one call and i bet my shooters lift you up (uhhh, grrr)
[chorus: pop smoke & tayy floss]
n+ggas talk, for what? (bah, bah, bah)
they know, we bend blocks for sure, shoot what, shoot who? (uhhh)
caught in the road, that pole give you two shots, who hot? (uhhh)
don’t give a f+ck who block, free clax, free shots (uhhh)
don’t give a f+ck who flock, get your hoe shot up (uhhh)

[outro: tayy floss]
you already know it’s that 100 cloccs sh+t, man
n+gga, we out here, n+gga
f+ck is you+

- pop smoke lyrics

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