| Singer | DUSTY LOCANE |
| Music | DUSTY LOCANE |
RUMBLE Lyrics
We gon’ put that n*gga on a TV
Put him on a shirt
Look
Where I’m from, my n*ggas all put in work
Listen
I hope that you’re ready to rumble
‘Cause I brought my weapon with me, I don’t tussle
Only the gang, n*gga, I don’t trust you
Talk out your neck, I won’t move a muscle
I call my suvy, he gon’ come and brush you
My dawg off the leash, he don’t need a muzzle
f*ckin’ your treesh, you thinkin’ she love you
Get to the breesh, no time to cuddle
Keep it discreet, moving real subtle
His shawty a freak, under the covers
f*cked up the sheets, ain’t use a rubber
di*k in her back, I made her stutter
I hope that you’re ready to rumble
Call up my suvy, brush ’em
Freak b*tch, Russian
That talk, she love it
I call up Elliot, bust the Patek
Shorty, she classy, but could get ratchet
Bought her a ass, so I could slap it
She soakin’ wet, all on the mattress
Thumbin’ through hundreds, I love me the cabbage
Play ’bout my cheddar, I’m grippin’ the ratchet
I’m throwin’ bullets, leave ’em in fragments
Up in the Woo, n*gga, what’s crackin’?
Makin’ a movie
Up it and aim at your kufi
Dripped out in Gucci
Perky got me feelin’ groovy
You claim you a suvy, but where is your stripes?
Put down a pokey and get you a pipe
Watch the opps, they movin’ ‘cise
Glock with a sight, don’t play with your life
I hope that you’re ready to rumble
‘Cause I brought my weapon with me, I don’t tussle
Only the gang, n*gga, I don’t trust you
Talk out your neck, I won’t move a muscle
I call my suvy, he gon’ come and brush you
My dawg off the leash, he don’t need a muzzle
f*ckin’ your treesh, you thinkin’ she love you
Get to the breesh, no time to cuddle
Keep it discreet, moving real subtle
His shawty a freak, under the covers
f*cked up the sheets, ain’t use a rubber
di*k in her back, I made her stutter
I hope that you’re ready to rumble
Call up my suvy, brush ’em
Freak b*tch, Russian
That talk, she love it
I’m gon’ talk that talk
Gimme me talk back too
I’m a demon on the loose
Benz, Beamer, or the coupe?
And I don’t play no games
Opposition’s all the same
Mask up on the stain
I need the diamonds and the chains
Filled up with rage, I swished, look
Leave his body in a ditch, heh
On the gang, I won’t switch
Oh, you think you hot, so we burned ’em
Leave ’em dead, that’s certain
Spin his block, swervin’
Hit ’em up, closed curtain
I hope that you’re ready to rumble
‘Cause I brought my weapon with me, I don’t tussle
Only the gang, n*gga, I don’t trust you
Talk out your neck, I won’t move a muscle
I call my suvy, he gon’ come and brush you
My dawg off the leash, he don’t need a muzzle
f*ckin’ your treesh, you thinkin’ she love you
Get to the breesh, no time to cuddle
Keep it discreet, moving real subtle
His shawty a freak, under the covers
f*cked up the sheets, ain’t use a rubber
di*k in her back, I made her stutter
I hope that you’re ready to rumble
Call up my suvy, brush ’em
Freak b*tch, Russian
That talk, she love it
