Rumble (feat. Joey Bada$$)

Move out my way

Before this get violent

Move, move, move

Get the fuck out my face

You don't want these problems

Move, move, move

Uh, damn

This that 24 left on the shot clock

Clutchin' on my fye-fye

Aim that shit right at your top five, shooting my shot, I won't miss

I'm on his matta "click-clack"

Me and your bitch, we stay connected like WiFi

I never lie on my dick, she ain't a stripper, but she want me to leave in the tip, did you get that?

Don't let it go over your head, this ain't sci-fi

I got the game in a huracarana

Walk out the booth and it look like a sauna

Woohoo

They see me on TV, so they know that I'm with the drama

We ain't got nothing in common

You kill 'em with kindness, I kill 'em with commas

Acting like I don't see comments

Excuse me, who are you again? ¿Cómo te llamas? (Huh)

You are not my friend, and I am not the Daila Lama

I keep a couple of choppas

They call me Joey Montana, 'fo we have problems, bitch

Move out my way

Before this get violent

Move, move, move

Get the fuck out my face

You don't want these problems

Move, move, move

Move out my way

Before this get violent

Move, move, move

Get the fuck out my face

You don't want these problems

Move, move, move

Mo' money, mo' problems, me and and my patnas, we take a trip to the islands

We don't chill at the Ramada, that's ghetto

I just got back and I'm wildlin'

Looking for opps if you see tell them said "Hello"

These **** must be in hiding

These **** must need reminding that they are not on my level

Bitch, I'm high up like falsetto, bury them deep and I don't beed a shovel

I am a god, how could I worship the devil?

This that olympic gold medal shit

This is black excellence

Make it look effortless

Fuck out my face, I ain't tryna settle this

Shoot for the stars

Bitch, I could never miss

Ain't giving no fuck, like I'm celibate

Bitch, I'm hot hot, like a tea kettle get

I'm at my boiling point

Smoke a opp when I rolling my joint

Full speed, I won't stop for the oink

GT3 goin' errrs erss

Made my opps so nervous, nervous

Leave 'em dead in the dirt, dirt

Put 'em all on a shirt, shirt

I'ma hit 'em where it hurts, hurts, hurts

Move out my way

Before this get violent

Move, move, move

Get the fuck out my face

You don't want these problems

Move, move, move

Move out my way

Before this get violent

Move, move, move

Get the fuck out my face

You don't want these problems

Move, move, move