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Remblehuatong
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I might really want to spray dude

But sometimes it's best that you feed the snakes too

If you listen to me closely, I could lace you

But don't get to talking too much, that's what feds do

It's war outside, so I had to throw on the lead-proof

What's the odds one of these busters get a headshot?

I've seen a Ruger and a Glock make a bed rock

I hid the burner and the money in the best spot

I'm finna blow these niggas, worried they'll get left out

I needed dough, I thought a safe could be the best route

Bitches tryna r**e the kid when I was fresh out

I used to game the b**h, but she just throw the neck now

I threw the ho in doggy, she said it's the best style

Smith & Wesson hollow points 'cause them the best rounds

When my niggas hop out trippin', it's a man down

When I hear bitches say, "it's Remble," it's the best sound

Stinc team, dumbass, go 'head and hate now

I seen him at me eight times and he got eight rounds

Bake a cake for him, hit him with a fake smile

He in the lake swimming somewhere with his face down

Do these niggas insist they wanna stay out?

My niggas in the pen wishing they could break out

I watched a n**a catch a body his first day out

I puppetmaster situations, watch 'em play out

All that money he was flexin' in my pocket, n**a, stop it, n**a

Ridin' with my rocket, I don't think you want to pop it to 'em

Got a blower and some mops, but he don't never pop it at 'em

Grab the poke, I'm finna stab 'em

Blitz 'em, now let's play some Madden

New additions to them boys, now let's make subtractions

I'm not really like them other boys because I'm never lackin'

I'll pull out them choppas on them boys, I never ride without 'em

With the static, really pull up trippin', holdin' automatics

It's Remble walkin' down the street with heat, he finna pop it

If you pop it, leave you in the street leakin' on the concrete

If it's real, murder down and go and catch a body

I've been traumatized ever since I went and caught a nine

Laced up my Ballys, grab my glizzy, then hit Cinnabon

Seen a buster up in Target and I made him give it up

These niggas say they sendin' shots, but they ain't really sending nothing

Niggas call me cuzzo every day and we ain't even cousins

B**h tell me she love me every day and we ain't even f**n'

A lot of niggas callin' me big bro, but they don't know my mother

Pull up with that look up on my face and make a n**a stutter

Like no other, really in the function strippin' every buster

EA Sports, it's in the game, but I ain't playin', n**a

This for all them niggas that was snitchin', always playing victim

When I see you out in traffic, I ain't playin' with you

I felt myself outside my body when I sprayed the pistol

It's Remble

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