[Intro: Remble]

(Ah-ha-ha-ha, let’s do it, Flacko)

It's Remble

[Chorus: Remble]

If I said it, then I meant it, get your bread up and go missin'

I feel threatened, it's a lynchin', ain't no thinkin' 'bout it (Ain't no thinkin' 'bout it)

I'm finna kick the ATM until the pape' come out it (Ayy, Loera)

Pour the drink out on her

Get in the booth and I go ape, some like a BAPE promoter (Échate una buena fe)

Cuddy rise up on them niggas like he hate the floater

Reach over here, you gon' get crossed, who's an ankle donor?

Hop in that V and then exhaust it 'til I brеak the motor

[Post-Chorus: Remble]

If you see me, just be cautious 'causе I keep it on me

Man, I keep it with me

Like at least a fifty 'cause these streets is tricky

And my lil' bro fighting them demons, he ain't sleeping really

Might just spark it up if brother think you blinking, Mickey

[Verse 1: Remble]

Now let's kill the scandal

That's on Gers, that's not a purse, bitch, it's a fuckin' satchel

Who even fuckin' asked you? You don't got no buzz

I had two dogs in that fight and they both won

Let me show you somethin'

Niggas smoke me if I owe you somethin'

Don't got blammer, then I'm pokin' somethin'

Ayy, you a cyberbully

Told my big bro I needed help, he brought a rifle to me, yeah

All this bread I'm gettin', yeah

I feel better with it (It's Remble)

[Chorus: Remble]

If I said it, then I meant it, get your bread up and go missin'

I feel threatened, it's a lynchin', ain't no thinkin' 'bout it (Ain't no thinkin' 'bout it)

I'm finna kick the ATM until the pape' come out it

Pour the drink out on her

Get in the booth and I go ape, some like a BAPE promoter

Cuddy rise up on them niggas like he hate the floater

Reach over here, you gon' get crossed, who's an ankle donor?

Hop in that V and then exhaust it 'til I break the motor

[Post-Chorus: Remble]

No, bitch, you can't come over

[Verse 2: WillBandzz]

It was two-fifty for the backend

It's a stove up in the trunk, he gotta back in

He pulled some fast shit and he got boxed in

Twin choppers and a FN, had to cut off all loose ends, huh

Switch keep shootin', this the fifth-gen

Tryna quit, I don't drink gin, pink tens, she bought three friends

Cookie wood, I don't need blend, with the sharks in the deep end

Shiesty on, it's that season, I be trippin' for no reason

Fuck it, put it on his head since he askin' for it

Nothin' but sticks up in this coupe, I'ma have to floor it

He was loafin' broad day, I just had to score

If you ain't gon' bust your strap, then what you comin' for?

I got a hit, his wrist was glowin', so I popped my door

Channel 5 live news in my brand new Dior's

Fuck hiddin', I'm outside where it's hot

Walkin' with a limp because I'm prolly totin' chops on BN