“Pop Smoke (Ft. Tayy Floss) – Rumble* Lyrics”
[Intro: Pop Smoke]
This is Kelsey
Woo, woo, woo
092MLB
I make a call and it’s war, huh?
09s to the cloccs, man
Run up, get done up, nigga
Spin the block, nigga
Fuck is you talkin’ ’bout?
09s, 100cloccs, we really do this shit, nigga
What’s up nigga? GDK, nigga (It’s that hundred cloccs shit man)
We really do this, nigga
What’s up, nigga? Spin the block, grrr, GDK
(All I know is you better have your vest, all that gangsta shit I put it to test)
[Verse 1: Pop Smoke]
Step on the field, watch ’em crumble (Brr)
Talking for what but you ain’t no work in
All that talk but you ain’t wanna rumble (Grr)
Knuckle up, or get put on a shirt (Bah, bah, bah)
Send shots, hit you and your uncle (Uncle, yeah)
Talkin’ for what but you ain’t put in work (Grr)
Sauce drip like I stepped in a puddle (Puddle)
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
Friday, I’m hittin’ shit, where I’m parkin’ my V’s like this (Skrrt, skrrt)
Flatbush got me stuck onna bracelet (Precinct)
Tell the DA, “I ain’t writing no statements” (Nah, nah)
Big boot, have you stuck in the pavements
Talkin’ the books, have you wait for arraignment
Tellin’ them lies, I can’t give ’em the facts
Balmain’s 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, I keep two grips
Call the real choppers in they two whips
[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
Niggas talk, for what? (Hey)
They know, we’ve 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 ho, shut up
[Verse 2: Tayy Floss]
Sorry, niggas, if you touch that’ll get you brushed
I ain’t talkin’ no bluff when I’m tryin’ up
Shooters in the club, ready to gun bust
You know what’s up, keep my shit tucked and I run it up
Hundreds in the bag, you know how the cloccs move
When I see an opp, treesh make you scream, “Woo”
All my niggas on the road, tryna eat food
Cook it up, couple tracks, on the new fools
Switch it up, now I’m back on that trap shit (On that trap)
Hit the block, hit the road, get it back straight (Get it back)
Had to bake half the work, make it back straight (Make it back)
Posted up on that block, for that package (Skrrt)
Shooters on call, this ain’t a practice
Act quick, got you done, with that MAC stiff (Grrr)
Fast whip, spin your block, know you’re tragic (Skrrt, skrrt)
Bitches no floss with, all my Woos trappin’ (Woo)
Ain’t no average
09 to the cloccs, all my niggas on point for that action
Every pack in, sick nigga if he jaccin that he staxkin’
Know my nigga savage
Skinny nigga but my pockets full of cabbage (Rich)
Folk treesh from the floss, so they average (Woo)
Blue cheese make these bitches throw they ass quick (Gimme that)
Now I’m on top, hands out for the little six
Now these niggas sick
Who they ask for the sauce? If you ain’t got the pic of your latest shits, can’t get the drip
Niggas came for the sauce, that’ll get you ten-fifth for the four-fifth
Hundred doors kicked, ki’s in the cut
Don’t try your luck, couple shots, get it done
Told my niggas ain’t no lettin’ up
One call and I bet my shooters lift you up
[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
Niggas talk, for what? (Hey)
They know, we’ve 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 ho, shut up
[Outro: Flossy]
We know it’s that hundred cloccs shit, man
And we out here, nigga
Fuck shit up