Rumble Lyrics Joey Bada$$ & Powers Pleasant
(It’s Brooklyn)
Keep it trill
Y’all niggas ain’t fuckin’ with Badass, man
(Got the beat by Powers and we just made a banger)
Move out my way, before this get violent!
(Move, move, move)
Get the fuck out my face, you don’t want these problems!
(Move, move, move)
Uh, yeah
This that_
24 left on that shock lock
Clutchin’ on my five-five
Aim at your relative top 5
Shooting my shot, I won’t miss
I’m on his matha
CLICK-CLACK!
Me and your bitch
We stay connected like Wi-Fi
I never lie on my dick
She ain’t a stripper but she want me [?]
Did you get that?
Don’t let it go over your head
This ain’t Sci-Fi
I got the game in a [?]
Walk out the booth and it look like a sauna
Whoo-oooh
They seen me on TV so they know that
I’m with the drama
We ain’t got nothin’ in common
You kill ’em with kindness, I kill ’em with commas
Acting like I don’t see comments
Excuse me, who are you, again?
_Como te llama?
You are not my friend and I am not the Daila Lama
I keep a couple of choppas
They call me Joey Montana
‘Fore we have problems, bitch!
Move out my way, before this get violent!
Get the fuck out my face, you don’t want these problems!
Move out my way, before this get violent!
Get the fuck out my face, you don’t want these problems!
More money more problems
Me and my partners, we took a trip to the islands
[?]
[?]
Looking for opps
If you see ’em, tell ’em I said, “Hello”
These niggas must be in hidin’
These niggas must be reminded
That they are not on my level
Bitch I’m high up like falsetto
Bury ’em deep and I don’t need a shovel
I am a God, how could I worship the devil?
This that
Olympic Gold medal shit
This is black excellence
Make it look effortless
Fuck out my face, I ain’t tryna settle this
Shoot for the stars
Bitch, I could never miss
Ain’t giving no fuck like I’m celibate
Bitch, I’m (hah) (hah) like a teakettle get
I’m at my boiling point
Smoke a opp when I’m rolling my joint
Full speed, I won’t stop for the oink
GT3 go erts, erts
Make my opps so thirst, thirst
Leave em dead in the dirt, dirt
Put ’em all on a shirt, shirt
Ima hit ’em where it hurt, hurt
Move out my way, before this get violent!
Get the fuck out my face, you don’t want these problems!
Move out my way, before this get violent!
Get the fuck out my face, you don’t want these problems!