Rumble Reload lyrics

[Intro]
Rumble Reload
(Yo, 3lack, what the hell, man?)
(JJ, what you tellin' me, fam?)
Introducin' to the ring, fresh out of the Hill 67
The bone chillin' wordplay specialist
The drill champions
PR SAD and Dopesmoke
Shegy mixed it

[Chorus: PR SAD, Dopesmoke]
I got a stick without a tooth to pick
Come we do this quick
We're playin' Duck, duck, goose on the opp block
With blades and what not, just don't get wigged
We're tryna turn that hoodie to a crop top
Make a man hopscotch, losin' limbs
The other side get taped and locked off
Corn's like hot rocks, 'course it stings

[Verse 1: PR SAD]
We lost three, the antique was live
Double digits in bine
And I ain't even counted the innocent guys
Mentionin' 30, yeah, we did him up twice
He got ripped like boot cuts, caught on the bike
Too tough, now I got my sword in his spine
I go Klu-Klux any time they talk on mine
Know it's live
[Reload]

[Verse 2: PR SAD]
We lost three, the antique was live
Double digits in bine
And I ain't even counted the innocent guys
Mentionin' 30, yeah, we did him up twice
He got ripped like boot cuts, caught on the bike
Too tough, now I got my sword in his spine
I go Klu-Klux any time they talk on mine
Know it's live
Known for takin' souls like our shoes don't fit
The truth only hurts if the shoe does fit
Taught myself how to use this ying
It was Scrilly and Scribz for the shootin' tips
I got a stick without a tooth to pick
**** was slow I weren't choosin' him
We made the opp boys use their wings
That's a one way trip, we ain't routin' kings

[Verse 3: Dopesmoke]
First time that I caught me a paigon, I gave him a shavin' he won't forget
The other side needs more than a ref
Red cards on the pitch when us man step
Over there tryna spin it like DJ decks
Perm got dropped, now he's up next
Kipz got wet, now he's upset
Bandz got shot like Dosh and Stegz
Sticks and stones will break your bones
So I left my phone on the block with a hooker
Mask and hood up, don't get jook up
Coulda been me or it coulda been Pulla
Six man stuffed in a two door whip
Slip, get dipped if us man pull up
Of course we're trollin' the ting
Their boss just dropped, and the graveyard's full up
[Verse 4: PR SAD]
Miss the days you could mention the twats name
Now we get shadow banned if we fat shame
Still S1 bop on a sad day
Last location live in a ashtray
Pundit rappers just talk no accolades
Boots and gloves but they're absent match day
They don't spin like ballet
Family reunion when 'Raq done Bally

[Verse 5: Dopesmoke]
One way to the Trey, okay let's go
Can't see no one in Clapham
Let's circle the 'Raq on the way back home
He hold nothin' but blades and smoke
Lord knows how my man made it home
His story stays untold
And his murder stays unsolved
So much strains just started to grow

[Outro: PR SAD, Dopesmoke ]
I got a stick without a tooth to pick
Come we do this quick
We're playin' Duck, duck, goose on the opp block
With blades and what not, just don't get wigged
We're tryna turn that hoodie to a crop top
Make a man hopscotch, losin' limbs
The other side gets taped and locked off
Corn's like hot rocks, 'course it stings
Rumble Reload