[Intro]

(It's, it's, it's, it's your boy DJ Tray)

Remble got the dick that make her booty go

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha

Alright, check him out

Alright, check him out

[Verse 1]

Damn, that's Remble on the block, here we go again

He keep the pistol on his hip, say it's his only friend

He keep it with him, he just pray it don't jam

Left and right, he shoot the burner with both hands

When I pull out this .40 you gon' dance

Wrong move, wrong words, that's your ass

All my bars really truer than your past

I could take a nigga bitch with one glance

Lil bitch, I want the throat, no romance

All this bitch get is dick, no slow dance

Don't leave Remble in a foreign, he gon' crash

And putting cousin to the test, he gon' pass

Remble got that dick that make her booty go

Handful of here hair when she throw it all back

If she got some ass better know I'm on that

And if she suck the balls, then I'm coming right back

Remble got a glocky, cock it back, it go smack

Hollow tips at bro back, knocking off his whole hat

Don't be in the field if you ain't totin' no strap

I really in the field, bitch nigga, no cap

I just wet his block, but I missed, he ain't gon' stay out

Hollow tips will break a nigga skull and knock his face out

Remember niggas used to call me weak, I'm who they play now

Wait, huh, niggas ain't never called me weak

He wanna squabble up, these bullets punch him in his spleen

Shooters right in front of me like I was throwing a screen

Magic Eraser on my hip, I think I'm Mr. Clean

Adamantium out the GLOCK, I up the Wolverine

Bitches used to curve Remble, now they suckin' dick

When a bitch serving her neck, I need a lot of spit

Free my daddy out that cage, he a real crip

And fuck that buster 8-Ball, he a real snitch

Hydra-Shok tips better, I'll stretch him out

On my bad side, bet he hope I don't catch him out

No cadavers on your hammer, stay in the house

Niggas mad cause my nut was in they bitches mouth

Pull up on a bitch nigga block, bled that

Blueface and a 9, when it buzz, niggas it's going down

He flexin' on the gram like he up, I'm finna put him down

He tested me like I was a chump, nina go blah-blah

I gotta show these niggas these guns really make foul sounds

And they not hesitating to bust on niggas with foul mouths

When Remble pull up, niggas, they must, they better bow down

These bitches thinkin' I want relations, but I want meow-meow