Rumble (Original) Pop Smoke (Ft. Tayy Floss)

[Intro: Pop Smoke, Tayy Floss & Dread Woo]
This Is Joezee
(Uhh-uh) Woo, (Uhh-uh), woo, (Uhh-uh) woo (Uh?)
(Uhh-uh) 092MLB (Grrt)
I make a call and it's war, huh?
It's 09s to the Clocc's, man
Run up, get done up, nigga (Uhh-uh)
Spin the block, nigga (Grrt)
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
09, 100 Clocc's, we really do this shit, nigga (Skrrt)
What's up nigga? GDK, nigga
It's that 100 Cloccs shit, man
We really do this, nigga
What's up, nigga? Spin the block, grrt, GDK
(All I know is you better have your vest)
(All that gangsta shit, I put it to test)
Uh

[Verse 1: Pop Smoke & Tayy Floss]
Step on the field, watch 'em crumble (Crumble, brr)
Talkin' for what, but you ain't put no work (Skrr, skrr)
All that talk but you ain't wanna rumble (Rumble, grrt)
Knuckle up, or get put on a shirt (Bah, bah, bah)
Send shots, hit you and your uncle (Uncle, gah)
Talkin' for what but you ain't been the first (Grrt)
Sauce drip like I stepped in a puddle (Puddle, bah, bah)
Don't be fooled by these frames, get left in the dirt (Ha, ha)
Yeah, I'm not with the talkin' or linkin' shit, (Gah, hey) disrespect, nigga lit (No, no, no)
I just stick to the breesh (Pow, pow), lay low 'cause these niggas be ignorant (Grrt)
Friday, I'm hittin' shit (Baow), where I'm parkin' my V's like this (Skrrt, skrrt, baow, baow)
Flatbush got me stuck on a bracelet (Bracelet)
Tell the DA, "I ain't writing no statements" (No, no no, no)
Big boot, have you stuck in the pavement (Blah, blah)
Talkin' the books, have you wait for arraignment
Tellin' them lies (Brrt), I can't give 'em the facts
Balmains, keep a Nina attached (Stra-, strapped)
Big body where I'm packin' my MAC (Yeah)
Big 092, but I stay with a MAC (Yeah, yeah, bah)
Spinned through my block, but you ain't do shit (Bah, bah)
Say you got chops, but you ain't shoot shit
Come to my block, we keep two grips (No)
Call the real choppers, we spin in two whips (Spin the block)