Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rumble , by - Pop Smoke. Release date: 30.07.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Rumble |
| Grrrrt |
| 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 when I’m tryin' up (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 |
| Cook it up, couple tracks, on the new feuds |
| 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 |
| Boy, you 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 |