Rumble (feat. Tay Floss)

It's 09 to the Cloccs, man

Run up, get done up, ****

Spin the block, ****

Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?

'09, hunnid cloccs, we really do this shit, ****

What's up ****? GDK, ****

Really do this, ****

What's up, spin the block

Step on the field, watch 'em crumble

Talkin' for what but you ain't put in no work

All that talk but you ain't wanna rumble

Knuckle up or get put on a shirt

Send shots, hit you and your uncle

Talkin' for what but you ain't been the first

Sauce drip like I stepped in a puddle

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

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

Disrespect, **** lit

I just stick to the breesh

Lay low 'cause these **** be ignorant

Friday, I'm hittin' shit

Where I'm parkin' my V's like this

Flatbush got me stuck on a bracelet

Tell the DA I ain't writing no statements

Big boot, have you stuck in the pavement

Talkin' the books, have you wait for arraignment

Tellin' 'em 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 the MACs

Spin through 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

**** talk, for what?

They know

We bend blocks fo' sho

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 ho shot up

Certain **** if you touch that'll get you brushed

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

Shooters in the car, ready to gun bust

You know what's up

Keep my Drac' tucked, ain't no runnin' up

Hunnids in the bag, you know how the Cloccs move

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

All my **** 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

Hit the block, hit the work, get it back quick

Had to bake half the work, make it backflip

Posted up on that block for that package

Shooters on call, this ain't no practice

Act quick, at your dome with that MAC stiff

Fast whip, spin your block, you know you're tragic

Bitches know Floss, with all my Woos trappin'

Ain't no average

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

And we packin'

Sick a **** if he jackin' that he stackin'

Know my **** savage

Skinny **** but my pockets full of cabbage

Folk treesh from the floss, so they average

Blue cheese make these bitches throw they ass quick

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

Man these **** sick

Would they ask for the sauce

If you ain't post the pic of your latest shits?

Can't get the drip

**** hate for the sauce, that'll get you clipped

Careful with the four-fifth

Hunnid doors kicked, keys in the cut

Don't try your luck, couple shots to your gut

Told my **** ain't no lettin' up

One call and I bet my shooters lift you up

**** talk, for what?

They know

We bend blocks fo' sho

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 ho shot up