[Verse 1: Remble]
It's Remble
Loving me, that might be something you don't know how to do
Respecting me, but that was just something y'all was gon' have to do
I dropped "Ruth's Chris Freestyle", she dropped her attitude
If these ten shots missed cuh, bitch, that's impossible
I don't miss, Baby smoke really itchin' to smoke shit
I know this, cause when I see brodie he really shows me
Niggas pop up callin' Ace up, tryna expose me
Don't worry cause I heard niggas get popped with .40's
You know it, you don't want the reaper to get it going
You know him, Mr. walk in thе the room with a .45th
No tint, slidin' on ops, a real bold crip
Cold shit and he'll go alonе, Macaulay Culkin
Billy seen my talent, he was tryna bring it out of me (I was)
Tony looked out for me, he was really throwing pounds to me
Walked inside my house, my mama tellin' me she proud of me
Middle fingers up to all them niggas that was doubting me
Court takes, I wasn't tripping but I was on shit
Walked up, I seen the fear in him and it exposed him
Not hoeing me, you can't get a fight if I brought the pole with me
If you snort coke on the missions, you cannot go with me
If you hit new porch jimmy, you cannot smoke with me
When I make it out of the hood, are you gon' go with me?
When Cowboy make it out of the hood, are you gon' go with him?
When B.A. make it out of the hood, are you gon' go with him?
Yeah, hop out, yell, "It's Remble," so they know it's me
I know it's real, cause I get the memories when I hold the heat
Yeah, me and Zion politicking faithfully
Like, when
I make it to the top, this who I'm gonna take with me
Yeah, remember bitches wouldn't go on dates with me
Now when I pull my dick out, they just always end up tasting it
Yeah, when you walk inside them doors, there ain't no faking it
I rolled some zions, smoke it up with a Jamaican bitch
It's Remble
Loving me, that might be something you don't know how to do
Respecting me, but that was just something y'all was gon' have to do
I dropped "Ruth's Chris Freestyle", she dropped her attitude
If these ten shots missed cuh, bitch, that's impossible
I don't miss, Baby smoke really itchin' to smoke shit
I know this, cause when I see brodie he really shows me
Niggas pop up callin' Ace up, tryna expose me
Don't worry cause I heard niggas get popped with .40's
You know it, you don't want the reaper to get it going
You know him, Mr. walk in thе the room with a .45th
No tint, slidin' on ops, a real bold crip
Cold shit and he'll go alonе, Macaulay Culkin
Billy seen my talent, he was tryna bring it out of me (I was)
Tony looked out for me, he was really throwing pounds to me
Walked inside my house, my mama tellin' me she proud of me
Middle fingers up to all them niggas that was doubting me
Court takes, I wasn't tripping but I was on shit
Walked up, I seen the fear in him and it exposed him
Not hoeing me, you can't get a fight if I brought the pole with me
If you snort coke on the missions, you cannot go with me
If you hit new porch jimmy, you cannot smoke with me
When I make it out of the hood, are you gon' go with me?
When Cowboy make it out of the hood, are you gon' go with him?
When B.A. make it out of the hood, are you gon' go with him?
Yeah, hop out, yell, "It's Remble," so they know it's me
I know it's real, cause I get the memories when I hold the heat
Yeah, me and Zion politicking faithfully
Like, when
I make it to the top, this who I'm gonna take with me
Yeah, remember bitches wouldn't go on dates with me
Now when I pull my dick out, they just always end up tasting it
Yeah, when you walk inside them doors, there ain't no faking it
I rolled some zions, smoke it up with a Jamaican bitch
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