[Chorus: Remble]
Don't even think about it, bro, just keep goin'
Let 'em find out who it was, they gon' be on you
You don't got your phone with you and the whip stolen
If the boys hear about this one, you know who told 'em (Damn)
You don't have to pass the weed, I am not smokin'
I'm like Rocket off of Colors, I am not jokin'
I told ol' boy don't take the burner if you not blowing
I seen you post your dead homie then I kept scrolling
I guess you subbed me on the 'Gram until it got boring
You always post your homies blicky, that is not yours
Remember plug ran out of Glockies then I bought Taurus
My chest was pokin' out the shirt, I felt like Chuck Norris
[Verse 1: Remble]
Remember hoppin' out with- (Tch), feelin' fantastic
I tried to get to him faster, but it was bad traffic
Ran back to the whip out of breath like I was an asthmatic
He was stretched out on the ground with his arms crossed like the Black Panther
Free them-, them other guys really can't stand 'em
If they don't want any trouble they better sit down then
Like go and get you a trophy when you go down there
Free Cowboy, free Breezy, man, free the grand kids
If you gon' drive your whip take off the plates
If you didn't pass for twenty or better, that's not a safe
My big homie in his fifties, I witnessed him hit a gate
We spin again and spin again and spin again until we can't
Don't even think about it, bro, just keep goin'
Let 'em find out who it was, they gon' be on you
You don't got your phone with you and the whip stolen
If the boys hear about this one, you know who told 'em (Damn)
You don't have to pass the weed, I am not smokin'
I'm like Rocket off of Colors, I am not jokin'
I told ol' boy don't take the burner if you not blowing
I seen you post your dead homie then I kept scrolling
I guess you subbed me on the 'Gram until it got boring
You always post your homies blicky, that is not yours
Remember plug ran out of Glockies then I bought Taurus
My chest was pokin' out the shirt, I felt like Chuck Norris
[Verse 1: Remble]
Remember hoppin' out with- (Tch), feelin' fantastic
I tried to get to him faster, but it was bad traffic
Ran back to the whip out of breath like I was an asthmatic
He was stretched out on the ground with his arms crossed like the Black Panther
Free them-, them other guys really can't stand 'em
If they don't want any trouble they better sit down then
Like go and get you a trophy when you go down there
Free Cowboy, free Breezy, man, free the grand kids
If you gon' drive your whip take off the plates
If you didn't pass for twenty or better, that's not a safe
My big homie in his fifties, I witnessed him hit a gate
We spin again and spin again and spin again until we can't
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