Juco Product Songtext

Remble

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Juco Product Songtext
It's Remble

Mama, I just sold a dime for a dub
Mind you, I'm walking with my nine in the club
Irritated, but I'm trying not to cuss
Just made a hunnid, but I'm trying not to brag
I be tryna slap your music, but you lying in your raps
Never been the type to jolly-tick and never go big
Homie drop the pack on me, I pick it up and get him gone
Hey, free the kids, but I get jiggy on my own
By myself, and I done wobbled up at twenty-eight healthy
Ran to the ring, I was like, "Give me my belt"
Clicking that thing so much, the semi might melt
In other words, infant might blow you
Yeah, you say you from the streets, bro, but the trenches don't know you
Man, y'all must been animated before Goku
LGM be turning off your Roku
Heard a button make it automatic
If you see lil' brother creeping down the block, don't panic
He turned his soda into Wock', no magic (No magic)
Old boy BM just gave me top, no really (No really)
Her baby daddy be outside with no billy, nigga silly
Can't decide, so I just picked up both Gleeks (Both Gleeks)
Whoever didn't plead the fifth, the police (The police)
Forty-eight hours in the trenches, no sleep (No sleep)
That's my brother, so don't mention bro, please
On the set, the last nigga, he got hung by his neck (What the fuck?)
Heard the bell, then he got rung by a rep, what he say?
My daddy told me checking ain't cheating (Checking ain't cheating)
You bought the blower, but you never gon' squeeze it, what he say?
Why you got a shiesty on with no opps? (No opps)
They let my father out the feds, go Pops (Go Pops)
Run it up and pray my legs don't stop (Don't stop)
In other words, Speedy gon' get it on the hood
Before the foreign, we was leaving in a civvy (In a civvy)
Nigga nice, ain't met a demon in a minute (It's been a minute)
Wish the streets were the same, but it isn't (But it isn't)
Where's Remble? Probably somewhere in the kitchen cookin' up
And I'm not telling you my sign, bitch, look me up (Bitch, look me up)
Hard not to cheat when your side bitch look good as fuck, like what he said
Free the homies, nigga diamonds in the rough
Don't know too many Crips grimier than us, what he say?
Talking that shit that really fire nigga up
I lose my cool and probably fired on a bum, what he say?
Don't pop it to me, you inspired by a punk
You smoke the stress thinking it's fire but it's bunk, what he say?

Some them wish a nigga would, told them step, free the hood, what the fuck did he say?
Dodging Ps, T-Mac and all light and all that
Dead homies, it's Remble