[{"id":955686,"name":"Rumble","trackName":"Rumble","artistName":"Pop Smoke","albumName":"Faith (Deluxe)","duration":205.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Grrrrt (woo, woo, woo)\n092MLB (opps know how I'm rockin', grrt)\nI make a call and it's war, huh?\nIt's 09s to the Cloccs, man\nRun up, get done up, nigga\nSpin the block, nigga (grrt)\nFuck is you talkin' 'bout?\n09, 100 Cloccs, we really do this shit, nigga\nWhat's up nigga? GDK, nigga (It's that 100 Cloccs shit, man)\nWe really do this, nigga\nWhat's up, nigga? Spin the block, grrrt, GDK\n\nUh, step on the field, watch 'em crumble (brr)\nTalkin' for what but you ain't put no work (pah, pah)\nAll that talk but you ain't wanna rumble (grrt)\nKnuckle up, or get put on a shirt (bah, bah, bah)\nSend shots, hit you and your uncle (uncle, yeah, bah)\nTalkin' for what but you ain't been the first (grrt)\nSauce drip like I stepped in a puddle (Puddle, bah, bah)\nDon't be fooled by these frames, get left in the dirt\nYeah, I'm not with the talkin' or linkin' shit, disrespect nigga, lit\nI just stick to the breesh,\nLay low 'cause these niggas be ignorant (brr)\nFriday, I'm hittin' shit,\nWhere I'm parkin' my V's like this (skrt, skrt)\nFlatbush got me stuck on a bracelet (precinct)\nTell the DA, \"I ain't writing no statements\" (writing no statements)\nBig boot, have you stuck in the pavement (blah, blah)\nTalkin' the books, have you wait for arraignment\nTellin' them lies, I can't give 'em the facts\nBalmains keep a Nina attached\nBig body where I'm packin' my MAC\nBig 092 but I stay with a MAC\nSkate to my block, but you ain't do shit\nSay you got chops, but you ain't shoot shit\nCome to my block, we keep two grips\nCall the real choppers, we spin in two whips\n\nNiggas talk, for what? (grrrt)\nThey know, we've bend blocks for sure, shoot what, shoot who?\nCaught in the road, that pole give you two shots, who hot?\nDon't give a fuck who block, free Clax, free Shots\nDon't give a fuck, who flock, get your hoe shot up (gah, bah)\n\nCertain niggas if you touch that'll get you brushed (gah, bah)\nI ain't talkin' no bluff when I'm tryin' up (skrr)\nShooters in the club, ready to gun bust\nYou know what's up, keep my Drac' tucked ain't no runnin' up\nHundreds in the bag, you know how the Cloccs move\nWhen I see an opp treesh, yeah she scream \"Woo\"\nAll my niggas on the road, tryna eat food\nCook it up, couple tracks, on the new feuds\nSwitch it up, now I'm back on that trap shit (on that trap)\nHit the block, hit the road, get it back quick (get it back)\nHad to bake half the work, make it backflip (make it backflip)\nPosted up on that block, for that package (skrr)\nShooters on call, this ain't a practice (bah, bah)\nAct quick, at your dome with that MAC stiff (grrr)\nFast whip, spin your block, know you're tragic (skrr, skrr)\nBitches know Floss with, all my Woos trappin' (woo)\nAin't no average\n09 to the Cloccs, all my niggas on point for that action\nEvery pack in, sick a nigga if he jackin' that he stackin' (GDK)\nKnow my nigga savage\nSkinny nigga but my pockets full of cabbage (breach)\nFolk treesh from the floss, so they average\nBlue cheese make these bitches throw they ass quick (give me that)\nNow I'm on top, hands out for the little six (nah)\nMan these niggas sick\nWould they ask for the sauce if you\nAin't post the pic of your latest shits\nCan't get the drip (never)\nNiggas came for the sauce,\nThat'll get you clipped careful with the four-fifth (bah, bah, grah)\nHundred doors kicked (grrr), keys in the cut\nDon't try your luck, couple shots to your gut (grrr)\nTold my niggas ain't no lettin' up (nah)\nOne call and I bet my shooters lift you up (grrr)\n\nNiggas talk, for what? (bah, bah, bah)\nThey know, we bend blocks for sure, shoot what, shoot who?\nCaught in the road, that pole give you two shots, who hot?\nDon't give a fuck who block, free Clax, free Shots\nDon't give a fuck, who flock, get your hoe shot up\n\nBoy, you know it's that 100 Cloccs shit, man\nNigga, we out here, nigga\nFuck is you talkin' bout, nigga?\nSpin the block, nigga (grrrt)\nPosted up on the block every day, nigga\nSpin the block, nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.48] Grrt (uh), woo (uh), woo (uh), woo (uh-uh, uh)\n[00:10.75] 092MLB, - know how I'm rockin', grrt, I make a call, and it's war, huh?\n[00:16.83] It's 09s to the Cloccs, man, run up, get done up, -, spin the block, - (grrt)\n[00:20.57] - is you talkin' 'bout? 09, 100 Cloccs, we really do this sh-, - (gang, skrrt, yeah)\n[00:23.17] What's up -? GDK, - (it's that 100 Cloccs sh-, man) we really do this, -\n[00:26.55] What's up, -? Spin the block, grrt, GDK (all I know is you better have your vest, all that gangsta - I put it to test)\n[00:29.96] Uh (grrt), step on the field, watch 'em crumble (bah)\n[00:33.06] Talkin' for what, but you ain't put no work (skrrt)\n[00:34.65] All that talk, but you ain't wanna rumble (grrt)\n[00:36.46] Knuckle up, or get put on a shirt (bah, bah, bah)\n[00:38.62] Send shots, hit you and your uncle (yeah, bah)\n[00:40.50] Talkin' for what, but you ain't been the first (grrt)\n[00:42.53] Sauce drip like I stepped in a puddle (puddle, bah, bah)\n[00:44.45] Don't be fooled by these frames, get left in the dirt\n[00:46.24] Yeah, I'm not with the talkin' or linkin' sh-, disrespect, nigg- lit\n[00:49.08] I just stick to the breesh, lie low 'cause these - be ignorant (brrt)\n[00:52.03] Friday, I'm hittin' sh-, where I'm parkin' my V's like this (skrrt, skrrt)\n[00:54.92] Flat bush got me stuck on a bracelet (precinct)\n[00:56.24] Tell the DA, \"I ain't writin' no statements\" (writin' no statements)\n[00:58.10] Big boot, have you stuck in the pavement (bah)\n[00:59.98] Talkin' the books, have you wait for arraignment (bah)\n[01:01.97] Tellin' 'em lies, I can't give 'em the facts, Balmains keep a Nina attached (bah)\n[01:06.22] Big body where I'm packin' my MAC, big 092, but I stay with a MAC\n[01:09.93] Spinned through my block, but you ain't do sh- (bah), say you got chop, but you ain't shoot sh-\n[01:13.72] Come to my block, we keep two grips, call the real choppas, we spin in two whips\n[01:17.91] - talk for what? (Grrt), they know, we bend blocks fasho (uh)\n[01:21.79] Shoot what, shoot who? Caught in the road, that pole\n[01:25.61] Give you two shots, who hot? Don't give a - who block\n[01:29.63] Fee Clax, free Shots, don't give a - who flock\n[01:33.47] Get your - shot up (bah, bah)\n[01:34.45] Certain - if you touch that'll get you brushed (bah, bah)\n[01:36.62] I ain't talkin' no bluff, run up, try your luck (skrrt)\n[01:38.32] Shooters in the club, ready to gun bust\n[01:40.18] You know what's up, keep my Drac' tucked ain't no runnin' up (bah-bah-bah)\n[01:42.09] Hunnids in the bag, you know how the Cloccs move\n[01:44.30] When I see an opp treesh, yeah, she scream, \"Woo\"\n[01:46.33] All my n- on the road, tryna eat food\n[01:48.16] Cookin' up couple tracks, I'm the new fuse\n[01:50.26] Switch it up, now I'm back on that trap s- (on that trap)\n[01:52.29] Hit the block, hit the road, get it back quick (get it back)\n[01:54.02] Had to bake half the work, make it backflip (make it backflip)\n[01:56.18] Posted up on that block, for that package (skrrt)\n[01:58.08] Shooters on call, this ain't no practice (bah, bah)\n[02:00.06] Act quick, at your dome with that MAC stiff (grrt)\n[02:01.93] Fast whip, spin your block, know you're tragic (skrrt, skrrt)\n[02:03.83] - know Floss with, all my Woos trappin' (woo)\n[02:05.84] Ain't no average, 09 to the Cloccs, all my n- on point for that action (skrrt, bah-bah)\n[02:09.57] And we packin', sick a - if he jackin' that he stackin' (grrt, GDK) know my nig- savage\n[02:13.65] Skinny -, but my pockets full of cabbage (breesh), folk treesh from the floss, so they average\n[02:17.59] Blue cheese make these - throw they - quick (give me that)\n[02:20.08] Now I'm on top, hands out for the little six (nah)\n[02:21.53] Man these - sick, would they ask for the sauce if you ain't post the pic of your latest shits (nah)\n[02:25.36] Can't get the drip (never), - came for the sauce, that'll get you clipped, careful with the 45th (bah, bah, bah)\n[02:29.40] Hunnid doors kicked (grrt), keys in the cut, don't try your luck (grrt), couple shots to your gut (grrt)\n[02:33.27] Told my -s ain't no lettin' up (nah), one call and I bet my shooters lift you up (grrt)\n[02:36.38] - talk for what? (Bah, bah, bah) they know, we bend blocks fasho\n[02:40.51] Shoot what, shoot who? Caught in the road, that pole (uh, uh, uh)\n[02:44.57] Give you two shots, who hot? Don't give a - who block (uh)\n[02:48.30] Free Clax, free Shots, don't give a - who flock (uh)\n[02:52.25] Get your - shot up\n[02:53.64] You already know it's that 100 Cloccs shi', man, -, we out here, -\n[02:56.75] - is you talkin' bout, n-? Spin the block, - (grrt)\n[03:00.07] Posted up on the block every day, n-, spin the block, -\n[03:24.67] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Rumble\n artist: Pop Smoke\n album: Faith (Deluxe)\n duration_ms: 205000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Grrt (uh), woo (uh), woo (uh), woo (uh-uh, uh)\n start_ms: 3480\n end_ms: 10750\n- text: 092MLB, - know how I'm rockin', grrt, I make a call, and it's war, huh?\n start_ms: 10750\n end_ms: 16830\n- text: It's 09s to the Cloccs, man, run up, get done up, -, spin the block, - (grrt)\n start_ms: 16830\n end_ms: 20570\n- text: '- is you talkin'' ''bout? 09, 100 Cloccs, we really do this sh-, - (gang, skrrt, yeah)'\n start_ms: 20570\n end_ms: 23170\n- text: What's up -? GDK, - (it's that 100 Cloccs sh-, man) we really do this, -\n start_ms: 23170\n end_ms: 26550\n- text: What's up, -? 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Spin the block, grrrt, GDK\n\n Uh, step on the field, watch 'em crumble (brr)\n Talkin' for what but you ain't put no work (pah, pah)\n All that talk but you ain't wanna rumble (grrt)\n Knuckle up, or get put on a shirt (bah, bah, bah)\n Send shots, hit you and your uncle (uncle, yeah, bah)\n Talkin' for what but you ain't been the first (grrt)\n Sauce drip like I stepped in a puddle (Puddle, bah, bah)\n Don't be fooled by these frames, get left in the dirt\n Yeah, I'm not with the talkin' or linkin' shit, disrespect nigga, lit\n I just stick to the breesh,\n Lay low 'cause these niggas be ignorant (brr)\n Friday, I'm hittin' shit,\n Where I'm parkin' my V's like this (skrt, skrt)\n Flatbush got me stuck on a bracelet (precinct)\n Tell the DA, \"I ain't writing no statements\" (writing no statements)\n Big boot, have you stuck in the pavement (blah, blah)\n Talkin' the books, have you wait for arraignment\n Tellin' them lies, I can't give 'em the facts\n Balmains keep a Nina attached\n Big body where I'm packin' my MAC\n Big 092 but I stay with a MAC\n Skate to my block, but you ain't do shit\n Say you got chops, but you ain't shoot shit\n Come to my block, we keep two grips\n Call the real choppers, we spin in two whips\n\n Niggas talk, for what? (grrrt)\n They know, we've bend blocks for sure, shoot what, shoot who?\n Caught in the road, that pole give you two shots, who hot?\n Don't give a fuck who block, free Clax, free Shots\n Don't give a fuck, who flock, get your hoe shot up (gah, bah)\n\n Certain niggas if you touch that'll get you brushed (gah, bah)\n I ain't talkin' no bluff when I'm tryin' up (skrr)\n Shooters in the club, ready to gun bust\n You know what's up, keep my Drac' tucked ain't no runnin' up\n Hundreds in the bag, you know how the Cloccs move\n When I see an opp treesh, yeah she scream \"Woo\"\n All my niggas on the road, tryna eat food\n Cook it up, couple tracks, on the new feuds\n Switch it up, now I'm back on that trap shit (on that trap)\n Hit the block, hit the road, get it back quick (get it back)\n Had to bake half the work, make it backflip (make it backflip)\n Posted up on that block, for that package (skrr)\n Shooters on call, this ain't a practice (bah, bah)\n Act quick, at your dome with that MAC stiff (grrr)\n Fast whip, spin your block, know you're tragic (skrr, skrr)\n Bitches know Floss with, all my Woos trappin' (woo)\n Ain't no average\n 09 to the Cloccs, all my niggas on point for that action\n Every pack in, sick a nigga if he jackin' that he stackin' (GDK)\n Know my nigga savage\n Skinny nigga but my pockets full of cabbage (breach)\n Folk treesh from the floss, so they average\n Blue cheese make these bitches throw they ass quick (give me that)\n Now I'm on top, hands out for the little six (nah)\n Man these niggas sick\n Would they ask for the sauce if you\n Ain't post the pic of your latest shits\n Can't get the drip (never)\n Niggas came for the sauce,\n That'll get you clipped careful with the four-fifth (bah, bah, grah)\n Hundred doors kicked (grrr), keys in the cut\n Don't try your luck, couple shots to your gut (grrr)\n Told my niggas ain't no lettin' up (nah)\n One call and I bet my shooters lift you up (grrr)\n\n Niggas talk, for what? (bah, bah, bah)\n They know, we bend blocks for sure, shoot what, shoot who?\n Caught in the road, that pole give you two shots, who hot?\n Don't give a fuck who block, free Clax, free Shots\n Don't give a fuck, who flock, get your hoe shot up\n\n Boy, you know it's that 100 Cloccs shit, man\n Nigga, we out here, nigga\n Fuck is you talkin' bout, nigga?\n Spin the block, nigga (grrrt)\n Posted up on the block every day, nigga\n Spin the block, nigga\n"},{"id":20327688,"name":"Rumble","trackName":"Rumble","artistName":"Pop Smoke","albumName":"Faith","duration":204.6171392,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Grrrrt (woo, woo, woo)\n092MLB (opps know how I'm rockin', grrt)\nI make a call and it's war, huh?\nIt's 09s to the Cloccs, man\nRun up, get done up, nigga\nSpin the block, nigga (grrt)\nFuck is you talkin' 'bout?\n09, 100 Cloccs, we really do this shit, nigga\nWhat's up nigga? GDK, nigga (It's that 100 Cloccs shit, man)\nWe really do this, nigga\nWhat's up, nigga? Spin the block, grrrt, GDK\n\nUh, step on the field, watch 'em crumble (brr)\nTalkin' for what but you ain't put no work (pah, pah)\nAll that talk but you ain't wanna rumble (grrt)\nKnuckle up, or get put on a shirt (bah, bah, bah)\nSend shots, hit you and your uncle (uncle, yeah, bah)\nTalkin' for what but you ain't been the first (grrt)\nSauce drip like I stepped in a puddle (Puddle, bah, bah)\nDon't be fooled by these frames, get left in the dirt\nYeah, I'm not with the talkin' or linkin' shit, disrespect nigga, lit\nI just stick to the breesh,\nLay low 'cause these niggas be ignorant (brr)\nFriday, I'm hittin' shit,\nWhere I'm parkin' my V's like this (skrt, skrt)\nFlatbush got me stuck on a bracelet (precinct)\nTell the DA, \"I ain't writing no statements\" (writing no statements)\nBig boot, have you stuck in the pavement (blah, blah)\nTalkin' the books, have you wait for arraignment\nTellin' them lies, I can't give 'em the facts\nBalmains keep a Nina attached\nBig body where I'm packin' my MAC\nBig 092 but I stay with a MAC\nSkate to my block, but you ain't do shit\nSay you got chops, but you ain't shoot shit\nCome to my block, we keep two grips\nCall the real choppers, we spin in two whips\n\nNiggas talk, for what? (grrrt)\nThey know, we've bend blocks for sure, shoot what, shoot who?\nCaught in the road, that pole give you two shots, who hot?\nDon't give a fuck who block, free Clax, free Shots\nDon't give a fuck, who flock, get your hoe shot up (gah, bah)\n\nCertain niggas if you touch that'll get you brushed (gah, bah)\nI ain't talkin' no bluff when I'm tryin' up (skrr)\nShooters in the club, ready to gun bust\nYou know what's up, keep my Drac' tucked ain't no runnin' up\nHundreds in the bag, you know how the Cloccs move\nWhen I see an opp treesh, yeah she scream \"Woo\"\nAll my niggas on the road, tryna eat food\nCook it up, couple tracks, on the new feuds\nSwitch it up, now I'm back on that trap shit (on that trap)\nHit the block, hit the road, get it back quick (get it back)\nHad to bake half the work, make it backflip (make it backflip)\nPosted up on that block, for that package (skrr)\nShooters on call, this ain't a practice (bah, bah)\nAct quick, at your dome with that MAC stiff (grrr)\nFast whip, spin your block, know you're tragic (skrr, skrr)\nBitches know Floss with, all my Woos trappin' (woo)\nAin't no average\n09 to the Cloccs, all my niggas on point for that action\nEvery pack in, sick a nigga if he jackin' that he stackin' (GDK)\nKnow my nigga savage\nSkinny nigga but my pockets full of cabbage (breach)\nFolk treesh from the floss, so they average\nBlue cheese make these bitches throw they ass quick (give me that)\nNow I'm on top, hands out for the little six (nah)\nMan these niggas sick\nWould they ask for the sauce if you\nAin't post the pic of your latest shits\nCan't get the drip (never)\nNiggas came for the sauce,\nThat'll get you clipped careful with the four-fifth (bah, bah, grah)\nHundred doors kicked (grrr), keys in the cut\nDon't try your luck, couple shots to your gut (grrr)\nTold my niggas ain't no lettin' up (nah)\nOne call and I bet my shooters lift you up (grrr)\n\nNiggas talk, for what? (bah, bah, bah)\nThey know, we bend blocks for sure, shoot what, shoot who?\nCaught in the road, that pole give you two shots, who hot?\nDon't give a fuck who block, free Clax, free Shots\nDon't give a fuck, who flock, get your hoe shot up\n\nBoy, you know it's that 100 Cloccs shit, man\nNigga, we out here, nigga\nFuck is you talkin' bout, nigga?\nSpin the block, nigga (grrrt)\nPosted up on the block every day, nigga\nSpin the block, nigga","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Rumble\n artist: Pop Smoke\n album: Faith\n duration_ms: 204617\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Grrrrt (woo, woo, woo)\n 092MLB (opps know how I'm rockin', grrt)\n I make a call and it's war, huh?\n It's 09s to the Cloccs, man\n Run up, get done up, nigga\n Spin the block, nigga (grrt)\n Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?\n 09, 100 Cloccs, we really do this shit, nigga\n What's up nigga? GDK, nigga (It's that 100 Cloccs shit, man)\n We really do this, nigga\n What's up, nigga? Spin the block, grrrt, GDK\n\n Uh, step on the field, watch 'em crumble (brr)\n Talkin' for what but you ain't put no work (pah, pah)\n All that talk but you ain't wanna rumble (grrt)\n Knuckle up, or get put on a shirt (bah, bah, bah)\n Send shots, hit you and your uncle (uncle, yeah, bah)\n Talkin' for what but you ain't been the first (grrt)\n Sauce drip like I stepped in a puddle (Puddle, bah, bah)\n Don't be fooled by these frames, get left in the dirt\n Yeah, I'm not with the talkin' or linkin' shit, disrespect nigga, lit\n I just stick to the breesh,\n Lay low 'cause these niggas be ignorant (brr)\n Friday, I'm hittin' shit,\n Where I'm parkin' my V's like this (skrt, skrt)\n Flatbush got me stuck on a bracelet (precinct)\n Tell the DA, \"I ain't writing no statements\" (writing no statements)\n Big boot, have you stuck in the pavement (blah, blah)\n Talkin' the books, have you wait for arraignment\n Tellin' them lies, I can't give 'em the facts\n Balmains keep a Nina attached\n Big body where I'm packin' my MAC\n Big 092 but I stay with a MAC\n Skate to my block, but you ain't do shit\n Say you got chops, but you ain't shoot shit\n Come to my block, we keep two grips\n Call the real choppers, we spin in two whips\n\n Niggas talk, for what? (grrrt)\n They know, we've bend blocks for sure, shoot what, shoot who?\n Caught in the road, that pole give you two shots, who hot?\n Don't give a fuck who block, free Clax, free Shots\n Don't give a fuck, who flock, get your hoe shot up (gah, bah)\n\n Certain niggas if you touch that'll get you brushed (gah, bah)\n I ain't talkin' no bluff when I'm tryin' up (skrr)\n Shooters in the club, ready to gun bust\n You know what's up, keep my Drac' tucked ain't no runnin' up\n Hundreds in the bag, you know how the Cloccs move\n When I see an opp treesh, yeah she scream \"Woo\"\n All my niggas on the road, tryna eat food\n Cook it up, couple tracks, on the new feuds\n Switch it up, now I'm back on that trap shit (on that trap)\n Hit the block, hit the road, get it back quick (get it back)\n Had to bake half the work, make it backflip (make it backflip)\n Posted up on that block, for that package (skrr)\n Shooters on call, this ain't a practice (bah, bah)\n Act quick, at your dome with that MAC stiff (grrr)\n Fast whip, spin your block, know you're tragic (skrr, skrr)\n Bitches know Floss with, all my Woos trappin' (woo)\n Ain't no average\n 09 to the Cloccs, all my niggas on point for that action\n Every pack in, sick a nigga if he jackin' that he stackin' (GDK)\n Know my nigga savage\n Skinny nigga but my pockets full of cabbage (breach)\n Folk treesh from the floss, so they average\n Blue cheese make these bitches throw they ass quick (give me that)\n Now I'm on top, hands out for the little six (nah)\n Man these niggas sick\n Would they ask for the sauce if you\n Ain't post the pic of your latest shits\n Can't get the drip (never)\n Niggas came for the sauce,\n That'll get you clipped careful with the four-fifth (bah, bah, grah)\n Hundred doors kicked (grrr), keys in the cut\n Don't try your luck, couple shots to your gut (grrr)\n Told my niggas ain't no lettin' up (nah)\n One call and I bet my shooters lift you up (grrr)\n\n Niggas talk, for what? (bah, bah, bah)\n They know, we bend blocks for sure, shoot what, shoot who?\n Caught in the road, that pole give you two shots, who hot?\n Don't give a fuck who block, free Clax, free Shots\n Don't give a fuck, who flock, get your hoe shot up\n\n Boy, you know it's that 100 Cloccs shit, man\n Nigga, we out here, nigga\n Fuck is you talkin' bout, nigga?\n Spin the block, nigga (grrrt)\n Posted up on the block every day, nigga\n Spin the block, nigga\n"},{"id":27600131,"name":"Rumble","trackName":"Rumble","artistName":"Pop Smoke","albumName":"Faith","duration":204.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Grrrrt (woo, woo, woo)\n092MLB (opps know how I'm rockin', grrt)\nI make a call and it's war, huh?\nIt's 09s to the Cloccs, man\nRun up, get done up, nigga\nSpin the block, nigga (grrt)\nFuck is you talkin' 'bout?\n09, 100 Cloccs, we really do this shit, nigga\nWhat's up nigga? GDK, nigga (It's that 100 Cloccs shit, man)\nWe really do this, nigga\nWhat's up, nigga? Spin the block, grrrt, GDK\n\nUh, step on the field, watch 'em crumble (brr)\nTalkin' for what but you ain't put no work (pah, pah)\nAll that talk but you ain't wanna rumble (grrt)\nKnuckle up, or get put on a shirt (bah, bah, bah)\nSend shots, hit you and your uncle (uncle, yeah, bah)\nTalkin' for what but you ain't been the first (grrt)\nSauce drip like I stepped in a puddle (Puddle, bah, bah)\nDon't be fooled by these frames, get left in the dirt\nYeah, I'm not with the talkin' or linkin' shit, disrespect nigga, lit\nI just stick to the breesh,\nLay low 'cause these niggas be ignorant (brr)\nFriday, I'm hittin' shit,\nWhere I'm parkin' my V's like this (skrt, skrt)\nFlatbush got me stuck on a bracelet (precinct)\nTell the DA, \"I ain't writing no statements\" (writing no statements)\nBig boot, have you stuck in the pavement (blah, blah)\nTalkin' the books, have you wait for arraignment\nTellin' them lies, I can't give 'em the facts\nBalmains keep a Nina attached\nBig body where I'm packin' my MAC\nBig 092 but I stay with a MAC\nSkate to my block, but you ain't do shit\nSay you got chops, but you ain't shoot shit\nCome to my block, we keep two grips\nCall the real choppers, we spin in two whips\n\nNiggas talk, for what? (grrrt)\nThey know, we've bend blocks for sure, shoot what, shoot who?\nCaught in the road, that pole give you two shots, who hot?\nDon't give a fuck who block, free Clax, free Shots\nDon't give a fuck, who flock, get your hoe shot up (gah, bah)\n\nCertain niggas if you touch that'll get you brushed (gah, bah)\nI ain't talkin' no bluff when I'm tryin' up (skrr)\nShooters in the club, ready to gun bust\nYou know what's up, keep my Drac' tucked ain't no runnin' up\nHundreds in the bag, you know how the Cloccs move\nWhen I see an opp treesh, yeah she scream \"Woo\"\nAll my niggas on the road, tryna eat food\nCook it up, couple tracks, on the new feuds\nSwitch it up, now I'm back on that trap shit (on that trap)\nHit the block, hit the road, get it back quick (get it back)\nHad to bake half the work, make it backflip (make it backflip)\nPosted up on that block, for that package (skrr)\nShooters on call, this ain't a practice (bah, bah)\nAct quick, at your dome with that MAC stiff (grrr)\nFast whip, spin your block, know you're tragic (skrr, skrr)\nBitches know Floss with, all my Woos trappin' (woo)\nAin't no average\n09 to the Cloccs, all my niggas on point for that action\nEvery pack in, sick a nigga if he jackin' that he stackin' (GDK)\nKnow my nigga savage\nSkinny nigga but my pockets full of cabbage (breach)\nFolk treesh from the floss, so they average\nBlue cheese make these bitches throw they ass quick (give me that)\nNow I'm on top, hands out for the little six (nah)\nMan these niggas sick\nWould they ask for the sauce if you\nAin't post the pic of your latest shits\nCan't get the drip (never)\nNiggas came for the sauce,\nThat'll get you clipped careful with the four-fifth (bah, bah, grah)\nHundred doors kicked (grrr), keys in the cut\nDon't try your luck, couple shots to your gut (grrr)\nTold my niggas ain't no lettin' up (nah)\nOne call and I bet my shooters lift you up (grrr)\n\nNiggas talk, for what? (bah, bah, bah)\nThey know, we bend blocks for sure, shoot what, shoot who?\nCaught in the road, that pole give you two shots, who hot?\nDon't give a fuck who block, free Clax, free Shots\nDon't give a fuck, who flock, get your hoe shot up\n\nBoy, you know it's that 100 Cloccs shit, man\nNigga, we out here, nigga\nFuck is you talkin' bout, nigga?\nSpin the block, nigga (grrrt)\nPosted up on the block every day, nigga\nSpin the block, nigga","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Rumble\n artist: Pop Smoke\n album: Faith\n duration_ms: 204000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Grrrrt (woo, woo, woo)\n 092MLB (opps know how I'm rockin', grrt)\n I make a call and it's war, huh?\n It's 09s to the Cloccs, man\n Run up, get done up, nigga\n Spin the block, nigga (grrt)\n Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?\n 09, 100 Cloccs, we really do this shit, nigga\n What's up nigga? GDK, nigga (It's that 100 Cloccs shit, man)\n We really do this, nigga\n What's up, nigga? Spin the block, grrrt, GDK\n\n Uh, step on the field, watch 'em crumble (brr)\n Talkin' for what but you ain't put no work (pah, pah)\n All that talk but you ain't wanna rumble (grrt)\n Knuckle up, or get put on a shirt (bah, bah, bah)\n Send shots, hit you and your uncle (uncle, yeah, bah)\n Talkin' for what but you ain't been the first (grrt)\n Sauce drip like I stepped in a puddle (Puddle, bah, bah)\n Don't be fooled by these frames, get left in the dirt\n Yeah, I'm not with the talkin' or linkin' shit, disrespect nigga, lit\n I just stick to the breesh,\n Lay low 'cause these niggas be ignorant (brr)\n Friday, I'm hittin' shit,\n Where I'm parkin' my V's like this (skrt, skrt)\n Flatbush got me stuck on a bracelet (precinct)\n Tell the DA, \"I ain't writing no statements\" (writing no statements)\n Big boot, have you stuck in the pavement (blah, blah)\n Talkin' the books, have you wait for arraignment\n Tellin' them lies, I can't give 'em the facts\n Balmains keep a Nina attached\n Big body where I'm packin' my MAC\n Big 092 but I stay with a MAC\n Skate to my block, but you ain't do shit\n Say you got chops, but you ain't shoot shit\n Come to my block, we keep two grips\n Call the real choppers, we spin in two whips\n\n Niggas talk, for what? (grrrt)\n They know, we've bend blocks for sure, shoot what, shoot who?\n Caught in the road, that pole give you two shots, who hot?\n Don't give a fuck who block, free Clax, free Shots\n Don't give a fuck, who flock, get your hoe shot up (gah, bah)\n\n Certain niggas if you touch that'll get you brushed (gah, bah)\n I ain't talkin' no bluff when I'm tryin' up (skrr)\n Shooters in the club, ready to gun bust\n You know what's up, keep my Drac' tucked ain't no runnin' up\n Hundreds in the bag, you know how the Cloccs move\n When I see an opp treesh, yeah she scream \"Woo\"\n All my niggas on the road, tryna eat food\n Cook it up, couple tracks, on the new feuds\n Switch it up, now I'm back on that trap shit (on that trap)\n Hit the block, hit the road, get it back quick (get it back)\n Had to bake half the work, make it backflip (make it backflip)\n Posted up on that block, for that package (skrr)\n Shooters on call, this ain't a practice (bah, bah)\n Act quick, at your dome with that MAC stiff (grrr)\n Fast whip, spin your block, know you're tragic (skrr, skrr)\n Bitches know Floss with, all my Woos trappin' (woo)\n Ain't no average\n 09 to the Cloccs, all my niggas on point for that action\n Every pack in, sick a nigga if he jackin' that he stackin' (GDK)\n Know my nigga savage\n Skinny nigga but my pockets full of cabbage (breach)\n Folk treesh from the floss, so they average\n Blue cheese make these bitches throw they ass quick (give me that)\n Now I'm on top, hands out for the little six (nah)\n Man these niggas sick\n Would they ask for the sauce if you\n Ain't post the pic of your latest shits\n Can't get the drip (never)\n Niggas came for the sauce,\n That'll get you clipped careful with the four-fifth (bah, bah, grah)\n Hundred doors kicked (grrr), keys in the cut\n Don't try your luck, couple shots to your gut (grrr)\n Told my niggas ain't no lettin' up (nah)\n One call and I bet my shooters lift you up (grrr)\n\n Niggas talk, for what? (bah, bah, bah)\n They know, we bend blocks for sure, shoot what, shoot who?\n Caught in the road, that pole give you two shots, who hot?\n Don't give a fuck who block, free Clax, free Shots\n Don't give a fuck, who flock, get your hoe shot up\n\n Boy, you know it's that 100 Cloccs shit, man\n Nigga, we out here, nigga\n Fuck is you talkin' bout, nigga?\n Spin the block, nigga (grrrt)\n Posted up on the block every day, nigga\n Spin the block, nigga\n"},{"id":16010137,"name":"Rumble (feat. Tay Floss)","trackName":"Rumble (feat. Tay Floss)","artistName":"Pop Smoke","albumName":"Faith (Deluxe)","duration":204.590159,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Grrrrt (woo, woo, woo)\n092MLB (opps know how I'm rockin', grrt)\nI make a call and it's war, huh?\nIt's 09s to the Cloccs, man\nRun up, get done up, nigga\nSpin the block, nigga (grrt)\nFuck is you talkin' 'bout?\n09, 100 Cloccs, we really do this shit, nigga\nWhat's up nigga? GDK, nigga (It's that 100 Cloccs shit, man)\nWe really do this, nigga\nWhat's up, nigga? Spin the block, grrrt, GDK\n\nUh, step on the field, watch 'em crumble (brr)\nTalkin' for what but you ain't put no work (pah, pah)\nAll that talk but you ain't wanna rumble (grrt)\nKnuckle up, or get put on a shirt (bah, bah, bah)\nSend shots, hit you and your uncle (uncle, yeah, bah)\nTalkin' for what but you ain't been the first (grrt)\nSauce drip like I stepped in a puddle (Puddle, bah, bah)\nDon't be fooled by these frames, get left in the dirt\nYeah, I'm not with the talkin' or linkin' shit, disrespect nigga, lit\nI just stick to the breesh,\nlay low 'cause these niggas be ignorant (brr)\nFriday, I'm hittin' shit,\nwhere I'm parkin' my V's like this (skrt, skrt)\nFlatbush got me stuck on a bracelet (precinct)\nTell the DA, \"I ain't writing no statements\" (writing no statements)\nBig boot, have you stuck in the pavement (blah, blah)\nTalkin' the books, have you wait for arraignment\nTellin' them lies, I can't give 'em the facts\nBalmains keep a Nina attached\nBig body where I'm packin' my MAC\nBig 092 but I stay with a MAC\nSkate to my block, but you ain't do shit\nSay you got chops, but you ain't shoot shit\nCome to my block, we keep two grips\nCall the real choppers, we spin in two whips\n\nNiggas talk, for what? (grrrt)\nThey know, we've bend blocks for sure, shoot what, shoot who?\nCaught in the road, that pole give you two shots, who hot?\nDon't give a fuck who block, free Clax, free Shots\nDon't give a fuck, who flock, get your hoe shot up (gah, bah)\n\nCertain niggas if you touch that'll get you brushed (gah, bah)\nI ain't talkin' no bluff when I'm tryin' up (skrr)\nShooters in the club, ready to gun bust\nYou know what's up, keep my Drac' tucked ain't no runnin' up\nHundreds in the bag, you know how the Cloccs move\nWhen I see an opp treesh, yeah she scream \"Woo\"\nAll my niggas on the road, tryna eat food\nCook it up, couple tracks, on the new feuds\nSwitch it up, now I'm back on that trap shit (on that trap)\nHit the block, hit the road, get it back quick (get it back)\nHad to bake half the work, make it backflip (make it backflip)\nPosted up on that block, for that package (skrr)\nShooters on call, this ain't a practice (bah, bah)\nAct quick, at your dome with that MAC stiff (grrr)\nFast whip, spin your block, know you're tragic (skrr, skrr)\nBitches know Floss with, all my Woos trappin' (woo)\nAin't no average\n09 to the Cloccs, all my niggas on point for that action\nEvery pack in, sick a nigga if he jackin' that he stackin' (GDK)\nKnow my nigga savage\nSkinny nigga but my pockets full of cabbage (breach)\nFolk treesh from the floss, so they average\nBlue cheese make these bitches throw they ass quick (give me that)\nNow I'm on top, hands out for the little six (nah)\nMan these niggas sick\nWould they ask for the sauce if you\nain't post the pic of your latest shits\ncan't get the drip (never)\nNiggas came for the sauce,\nthat'll get you clipped careful with the four-fifth (bah, bah, grah)\nHundred doors kicked (grrr), keys in the cut\nDon't try your luck, couple shots to your gut (grrr)\nTold my niggas ain't no lettin' up (nah)\nOne call and I bet my shooters lift you up (grrr)\n\nNiggas talk, for what? (bah, bah, bah)\nThey know, we bend blocks for sure, shoot what, shoot who?\nCaught in the road, that pole give you two shots, who hot?\nDon't give a fuck who block, free Clax, free Shots\nDon't give a fuck, who flock, get your hoe shot up\n\nBoy, you know it's that 100 Cloccs shit, man\nNigga, we out here, nigga\nFuck is you talkin' bout, nigga?\nSpin the block, nigga (grrrt)\nPosted up on the block every day, nigga\nSpin the block, nigga","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Rumble (feat. Tay Floss)\n artist: Pop Smoke\n album: Faith (Deluxe)\n duration_ms: 204590\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Grrrrt (woo, woo, woo)\n 092MLB (opps know how I'm rockin', grrt)\n I make a call and it's war, huh?\n It's 09s to the Cloccs, man\n Run up, get done up, nigga\n Spin the block, nigga (grrt)\n Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?\n 09, 100 Cloccs, we really do this shit, nigga\n What's up nigga? GDK, nigga (It's that 100 Cloccs shit, man)\n We really do this, nigga\n What's up, nigga? Spin the block, grrrt, GDK\n\n Uh, step on the field, watch 'em crumble (brr)\n Talkin' for what but you ain't put no work (pah, pah)\n All that talk but you ain't wanna rumble (grrt)\n Knuckle up, or get put on a shirt (bah, bah, bah)\n Send shots, hit you and your uncle (uncle, yeah, bah)\n Talkin' for what but you ain't been the first (grrt)\n Sauce drip like I stepped in a puddle (Puddle, bah, bah)\n Don't be fooled by these frames, get left in the dirt\n Yeah, I'm not with the talkin' or linkin' shit, disrespect nigga, lit\n I just stick to the breesh,\n lay low 'cause these niggas be ignorant (brr)\n Friday, I'm hittin' shit,\n where I'm parkin' my V's like this (skrt, skrt)\n Flatbush got me stuck on a bracelet (precinct)\n Tell the DA, \"I ain't writing no statements\" (writing no statements)\n Big boot, have you stuck in the pavement (blah, blah)\n Talkin' the books, have you wait for arraignment\n Tellin' them lies, I can't give 'em the facts\n Balmains keep a Nina attached\n Big body where I'm packin' my MAC\n Big 092 but I stay with a MAC\n Skate to my block, but you ain't do shit\n Say you got chops, but you ain't shoot shit\n Come to my block, we keep two grips\n Call the real choppers, we spin in two whips\n\n Niggas talk, for what? (grrrt)\n They know, we've bend blocks for sure, shoot what, shoot who?\n Caught in the road, that pole give you two shots, who hot?\n Don't give a fuck who block, free Clax, free Shots\n Don't give a fuck, who flock, get your hoe shot up (gah, bah)\n\n Certain niggas if you touch that'll get you brushed (gah, bah)\n I ain't talkin' no bluff when I'm tryin' up (skrr)\n Shooters in the club, ready to gun bust\n You know what's up, keep my Drac' tucked ain't no runnin' up\n Hundreds in the bag, you know how the Cloccs move\n When I see an opp treesh, yeah she scream \"Woo\"\n All my niggas on the road, tryna eat food\n Cook it up, couple tracks, on the new feuds\n Switch it up, now I'm back on that trap shit (on that trap)\n Hit the block, hit the road, get it back quick (get it back)\n Had to bake half the work, make it backflip (make it backflip)\n Posted up on that block, for that package (skrr)\n Shooters on call, this ain't a practice (bah, bah)\n Act quick, at your dome with that MAC stiff (grrr)\n Fast whip, spin your block, know you're tragic (skrr, skrr)\n Bitches know Floss with, all my Woos trappin' (woo)\n Ain't no average\n 09 to the Cloccs, all my niggas on point for that action\n Every pack in, sick a nigga if he jackin' that he stackin' (GDK)\n Know my nigga savage\n Skinny nigga but my pockets full of cabbage (breach)\n Folk treesh from the floss, so they average\n Blue cheese make these bitches throw they ass quick (give me that)\n Now I'm on top, hands out for the little six (nah)\n Man these niggas sick\n Would they ask for the sauce if you\n ain't post the pic of your latest shits\n can't get the drip (never)\n Niggas came for the sauce,\n that'll get you clipped careful with the four-fifth (bah, bah, grah)\n Hundred doors kicked (grrr), keys in the cut\n Don't try your luck, couple shots to your gut (grrr)\n Told my niggas ain't no lettin' up (nah)\n One call and I bet my shooters lift you up (grrr)\n\n Niggas talk, for what? (bah, bah, bah)\n They know, we bend blocks for sure, shoot what, shoot who?\n Caught in the road, that pole give you two shots, who hot?\n Don't give a fuck who block, free Clax, free Shots\n Don't give a fuck, who flock, get your hoe shot up\n\n Boy, you know it's that 100 Cloccs shit, man\n Nigga, we out here, nigga\n Fuck is you talkin' bout, nigga?\n Spin the block, nigga (grrrt)\n Posted up on the block every day, nigga\n Spin the block, nigga\n"},{"id":12252691,"name":"Rumble (feat. Tayy Floss)","trackName":"Rumble (feat. Tayy Floss)","artistName":"Pop Smoke","albumName":"Faith (Deluxe)","duration":205.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Grrrrt (woo, woo, woo)\n092MLB (opps know how I'm rockin', grrt)\nI make a call and it's war, huh?\nIt's 09s to the Cloccs, man\nRun up, get done up, nigga\nSpin the block, nigga (grrt)\nFuck is you talkin' 'bout?\n09, 100 Cloccs, we really do this shit, nigga\nWhat's up nigga? GDK, nigga (It's that 100 Cloccs shit, man)\nWe really do this, nigga\nWhat's up, nigga? Spin the block, grrrt, GDK\n\nUh, step on the field, watch 'em crumble (brr)\nTalkin' for what but you ain't put no work (pah, pah)\nAll that talk but you ain't wanna rumble (grrt)\nKnuckle up, or get put on a shirt (bah, bah, bah)\nSend shots, hit you and your uncle (uncle, yeah, bah)\nTalkin' for what but you ain't been the first (grrt)\nSauce drip like I stepped in a puddle (Puddle, bah, bah)\nDon't be fooled by these frames, get left in the dirt\nYeah, I'm not with the talkin' or linkin' shit, disrespect nigga, lit\nI just stick to the breesh,\nlay low 'cause these niggas be ignorant (brr)\nFriday, I'm hittin' shit,\nwhere I'm parkin' my V's like this (skrt, skrt)\nFlatbush got me stuck on a bracelet (precinct)\nTell the DA, \"I ain't writing no statements\" (writing no statements)\nBig boot, have you stuck in the pavement (blah, blah)\nTalkin' the books, have you wait for arraignment\nTellin' them lies, I can't give 'em the facts\nBalmains keep a Nina attached\nBig body where I'm packin' my MAC\nBig 092 but I stay with a MAC\nSkate to my block, but you ain't do shit\nSay you got chops, but you ain't shoot shit\nCome to my block, we keep two grips\nCall the real choppers, we spin in two whips\n\nNiggas talk, for what? (grrrt)\nThey know, we've bend blocks for sure, shoot what, shoot who?\nCaught in the road, that pole give you two shots, who hot?\nDon't give a fuck who block, free Clax, free Shots\nDon't give a fuck, who flock, get your hoe shot up (gah, bah)\n\nCertain niggas if you touch that'll get you brushed (gah, bah)\nI ain't talkin' no bluff when I'm tryin' up (skrr)\nShooters in the club, ready to gun bust\nYou know what's up, keep my Drac' tucked ain't no runnin' up\nHundreds in the bag, you know how the Cloccs move\nWhen I see an opp treesh, yeah she scream \"Woo\"\nAll my niggas on the road, tryna eat food\nCook it up, couple tracks, on the new feuds\nSwitch it up, now I'm back on that trap shit (on that trap)\nHit the block, hit the road, get it back quick (get it back)\nHad to bake half the work, make it backflip (make it backflip)\nPosted up on that block, for that package (skrr)\nShooters on call, this ain't a practice (bah, bah)\nAct quick, at your dome with that MAC stiff (grrr)\nFast whip, spin your block, know you're tragic (skrr, skrr)\nBitches know Floss with, all my Woos trappin' (woo)\nAin't no average\n09 to the Cloccs, all my niggas on point for that action\nEvery pack in, sick a nigga if he jackin' that he stackin' (GDK)\nKnow my nigga savage\nSkinny nigga but my pockets full of cabbage (breach)\nFolk treesh from the floss, so they average\nBlue cheese make these bitches throw they ass quick (give me that)\nNow I'm on top, hands out for the little six (nah)\nMan these niggas sick\nWould they ask for the sauce if you\nain't post the pic of your latest shits\ncan't get the drip (never)\nNiggas came for the sauce,\nthat'll get you clipped careful with the four-fifth (bah, bah, grah)\nHundred doors kicked (grrr), keys in the cut\nDon't try your luck, couple shots to your gut (grrr)\nTold my niggas ain't no lettin' up (nah)\nOne call and I bet my shooters lift you up (grrr)\n\nNiggas talk, for what? (bah, bah, bah)\nThey know, we bend blocks for sure, shoot what, shoot who?\nCaught in the road, that pole give you two shots, who hot?\nDon't give a fuck who block, free Clax, free Shots\nDon't give a fuck, who flock, get your hoe shot up\n\nBoy, you know it's that 100 Cloccs shit, man\nNigga, we out here, nigga\nFuck is you talkin' bout, nigga?\nSpin the block, nigga (grrrt)\nPosted up on the block every day, nigga\nSpin the block, nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.48] Grrt (uh), woo (uh), woo (uh), woo (uh-uh, uh)\n[00:10.75] 092MLB, - know how I'm rockin', grrt, I make a call, and it's war, huh?\n[00:16.83] It's 09s to the Cloccs, man, run up, get done up, -, spin the block, - (grrt)\n[00:20.57] - is you talkin' 'bout? 09, 100 Cloccs, we really do this sh-, - (gang, skrrt, yeah)\n[00:23.17] What's up -? GDK, - (it's that 100 Cloccs sh-, man) we really do this, -\n[00:26.55] What's up, -? Spin the block, grrt, GDK (all I know is you better have your vest, all that gangsta - I put it to test)\n[00:29.96] Uh (grrt), step on the field, watch 'em crumble (bah)\n[00:33.06] Talkin' for what, but you ain't put no work (skrrt)\n[00:34.65] All that talk, but you ain't wanna rumble (grrt)\n[00:36.46] Knuckle up, or get put on a shirt (bah, bah, bah)\n[00:38.62] Send shots, hit you and your uncle (yeah, bah)\n[00:40.50] Talkin' for what, but you ain't been the first (grrt)\n[00:42.53] Sauce drip like I stepped in a puddle (puddle, bah, bah)\n[00:44.45] Don't be fooled by these frames, get left in the dirt\n[00:46.24] Yeah, I'm not with the talkin' or linkin' sh-, disrespect, nigg- lit\n[00:49.08] I just stick to the breesh, lie low 'cause these - be ignorant (brrt)\n[00:52.03] Friday, I'm hittin' sh-, where I'm parkin' my V's like this (skrrt, skrrt)\n[00:54.92] Flat bush got me stuck on a bracelet (precinct)\n[00:56.24] Tell the DA, \"I ain't writin' no statements\" (writin' no statements)\n[00:58.10] Big boot, have you stuck in the pavement (bah)\n[00:59.98] Talkin' the books, have you wait for arraignment (bah)\n[01:01.97] Tellin' 'em lies, I can't give 'em the facts, Balmains keep a Nina attached (bah)\n[01:06.22] Big body where I'm packin' my MAC, big 092, but I stay with a MAC\n[01:09.93] Spinned through my block, but you ain't do sh- (bah), say you got chop, but you ain't shoot sh-\n[01:13.72] Come to my block, we keep two grips, call the real choppas, we spin in two whips\n[01:17.91] - talk for what? (Grrt), they know, we bend blocks fasho (uh)\n[01:21.79] Shoot what, shoot who? Caught in the road, that pole\n[01:25.61] Give you two shots, who hot? Don't give a - who block\n[01:29.63] Fee Clax, free Shots, don't give a - who flock\n[01:33.47] Get your - shot up (bah, bah)\n[01:34.45] Certain - if you touch that'll get you brushed (bah, bah)\n[01:36.62] I ain't talkin' no bluff, run up, try your luck (skrrt)\n[01:38.32] Shooters in the club, ready to gun bust\n[01:40.18] You know what's up, keep my Drac' tucked ain't no runnin' up (bah-bah-bah)\n[01:42.09] Hunnids in the bag, you know how the Cloccs move\n[01:44.30] When I see an opp treesh, yeah, she scream, \"Woo\"\n[01:46.33] All my n- on the road, tryna eat food\n[01:48.16] Cookin' up couple tracks, I'm the new fuse\n[01:50.26] Switch it up, now I'm back on that trap s- (on that trap)\n[01:52.29] Hit the block, hit the road, get it back quick (get it back)\n[01:54.02] Had to bake half the work, make it backflip (make it backflip)\n[01:56.18] Posted up on that block, for that package (skrrt)\n[01:58.08] Shooters on call, this ain't no practice (bah, bah)\n[02:00.06] Act quick, at your dome with that MAC stiff (grrt)\n[02:01.93] Fast whip, spin your block, know you're tragic (skrrt, skrrt)\n[02:03.83] - know Floss with, all my Woos trappin' (woo)\n[02:05.84] Ain't no average, 09 to the Cloccs, all my n- on point for that action (skrrt, bah-bah)\n[02:09.57] And we packin', sick a - if he jackin' that he stackin' (grrt, GDK) know my nig- savage\n[02:13.65] Skinny -, but my pockets full of cabbage (breesh), folk treesh from the floss, so they average\n[02:17.59] Blue cheese make these - throw they - quick (give me that)\n[02:20.08] Now I'm on top, hands out for the little six (nah)\n[02:21.53] Man these - sick, would they ask for the sauce if you ain't post the pic of your latest shits (nah)\n[02:25.36] Can't get the drip (never), - came for the sauce, that'll get you clipped, careful with the 45th (bah, bah, bah)\n[02:29.40] Hunnid doors kicked (grrt), keys in the cut, don't try your luck (grrt), couple shots to your gut (grrt)\n[02:33.27] Told my -s ain't no lettin' up (nah), one call and I bet my shooters lift you up (grrt)\n[02:36.38] - talk for what? 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Spin the block, grrrt, GDK\n\n Uh, step on the field, watch 'em crumble (brr)\n Talkin' for what but you ain't put no work (pah, pah)\n All that talk but you ain't wanna rumble (grrt)\n Knuckle up, or get put on a shirt (bah, bah, bah)\n Send shots, hit you and your uncle (uncle, yeah, bah)\n Talkin' for what but you ain't been the first (grrt)\n Sauce drip like I stepped in a puddle (Puddle, bah, bah)\n Don't be fooled by these frames, get left in the dirt\n Yeah, I'm not with the talkin' or linkin' shit, disrespect nigga, lit\n I just stick to the breesh,\n lay low 'cause these niggas be ignorant (brr)\n Friday, I'm hittin' shit,\n where I'm parkin' my V's like this (skrt, skrt)\n Flatbush got me stuck on a bracelet (precinct)\n Tell the DA, \"I ain't writing no statements\" (writing no statements)\n Big boot, have you stuck in the pavement (blah, blah)\n Talkin' the books, have you wait for arraignment\n Tellin' them lies, I can't give 'em the facts\n Balmains keep a Nina attached\n Big body where I'm packin' my MAC\n Big 092 but I stay with a MAC\n Skate to my block, but you ain't do shit\n Say you got chops, but you ain't shoot shit\n Come to my block, we keep two grips\n Call the real choppers, we spin in two whips\n\n Niggas talk, for what? (grrrt)\n They know, we've bend blocks for sure, shoot what, shoot who?\n Caught in the road, that pole give you two shots, who hot?\n Don't give a fuck who block, free Clax, free Shots\n Don't give a fuck, who flock, get your hoe shot up (gah, bah)\n\n Certain niggas if you touch that'll get you brushed (gah, bah)\n I ain't talkin' no bluff when I'm tryin' up (skrr)\n Shooters in the club, ready to gun bust\n You know what's up, keep my Drac' tucked ain't no runnin' up\n Hundreds in the bag, you know how the Cloccs move\n When I see an opp treesh, yeah she scream \"Woo\"\n All my niggas on the road, tryna eat food\n Cook it up, couple tracks, on the new feuds\n Switch it up, now I'm back on that trap shit (on that trap)\n Hit the block, hit the road, get it back quick (get it back)\n Had to bake half the work, make it backflip (make it backflip)\n Posted up on that block, for that package (skrr)\n Shooters on call, this ain't a practice (bah, bah)\n Act quick, at your dome with that MAC stiff (grrr)\n Fast whip, spin your block, know you're tragic (skrr, skrr)\n Bitches know Floss with, all my Woos trappin' (woo)\n Ain't no average\n 09 to the Cloccs, all my niggas on point for that action\n Every pack in, sick a nigga if he jackin' that he stackin' (GDK)\n Know my nigga savage\n Skinny nigga but my pockets full of cabbage (breach)\n Folk treesh from the floss, so they average\n Blue cheese make these bitches throw they ass quick (give me that)\n Now I'm on top, hands out for the little six (nah)\n Man these niggas sick\n Would they ask for the sauce if you\n ain't post the pic of your latest shits\n can't get the drip (never)\n Niggas came for the sauce,\n that'll get you clipped careful with the four-fifth (bah, bah, grah)\n Hundred doors kicked (grrr), keys in the cut\n Don't try your luck, couple shots to your gut (grrr)\n Told my niggas ain't no lettin' up (nah)\n One call and I bet my shooters lift you up (grrr)\n\n Niggas talk, for what? (bah, bah, bah)\n They know, we bend blocks for sure, shoot what, shoot who?\n Caught in the road, that pole give you two shots, who hot?\n Don't give a fuck who block, free Clax, free Shots\n Don't give a fuck, who flock, get your hoe shot up\n\n Boy, you know it's that 100 Cloccs shit, man\n Nigga, we out here, nigga\n Fuck is you talkin' bout, nigga?\n Spin the block, nigga (grrrt)\n Posted up on the block every day, nigga\n Spin the block, nigga\n"},{"id":3686746,"name":"Rumble","trackName":"Rumble","artistName":"Pop Smoke, Tayy Floss","albumName":"Faith (Deluxe)","duration":205.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Grrrrt (woo, woo, woo)\n092MLB (opps know how I'm rockin', grrt)\nI make a call and it's war, huh?\nIt's 09s to the Cloccs, man\nRun up, get done up, nigga\nSpin the block, nigga (grrt)\nFuck is you talkin' 'bout?\n09, 100 Cloccs, we really do this shit, nigga\nWhat's up nigga? GDK, nigga (It's that 100 Cloccs shit, man)\nWe really do this, nigga\nWhat's up, nigga? Spin the block, grrrt, GDK\n\nUh, step on the field, watch 'em crumble (brr)\nTalkin' for what but you ain't put no work (pah, pah)\nAll that talk but you ain't wanna rumble (grrt)\nKnuckle up, or get put on a shirt (bah, bah, bah)\nSend shots, hit you and your uncle (uncle, yeah, bah)\nTalkin' for what but you ain't been the first (grrt)\nSauce drip like I stepped in a puddle (Puddle, bah, bah)\nDon't be fooled by these frames, get left in the dirt\nYeah, I'm not with the talkin' or linkin' shit, disrespect nigga, lit\nI just stick to the breesh,\nLay low 'cause these niggas be ignorant (brr)\nFriday, I'm hittin' shit,\nWhere I'm parkin' my V's like this (skrt, skrt)\nFlatbush got me stuck on a bracelet (precinct)\nTell the DA, \"I ain't writing no statements\" (writing no statements)\nBig boot, have you stuck in the pavement (blah, blah)\nTalkin' the books, have you wait for arraignment\nTellin' them lies, I can't give 'em the facts\nBalmains keep a Nina attached\nBig body where I'm packin' my MAC\nBig 092 but I stay with a MAC\nSkate to my block, but you ain't do shit\nSay you got chops, but you ain't shoot shit\nCome to my block, we keep two grips\nCall the real choppers, we spin in two whips\n\nNiggas talk, for what? (grrrt)\nThey know, we've bend blocks for sure, shoot what, shoot who?\nCaught in the road, that pole give you two shots, who hot?\nDon't give a fuck who block, free Clax, free Shots\nDon't give a fuck, who flock, get your hoe shot up (gah, bah)\n\nCertain niggas if you touch that'll get you brushed (gah, bah)\nI ain't talkin' no bluff when I'm tryin' up (skrr)\nShooters in the club, ready to gun bust\nYou know what's up, keep my Drac' tucked ain't no runnin' up\nHundreds in the bag, you know how the Cloccs move\nWhen I see an opp treesh, yeah she scream \"Woo\"\nAll my niggas on the road, tryna eat food\nCook it up, couple tracks, on the new feuds\nSwitch it up, now I'm back on that trap shit (on that trap)\nHit the block, hit the road, get it back quick (get it back)\nHad to bake half the work, make it backflip (make it backflip)\nPosted up on that block, for that package (skrr)\nShooters on call, this ain't a practice (bah, bah)\nAct quick, at your dome with that MAC stiff (grrr)\nFast whip, spin your block, know you're tragic (skrr, skrr)\nBitches know Floss with, all my Woos trappin' (woo)\nAin't no average\n09 to the Cloccs, all my niggas on point for that action\nEvery pack in, sick a nigga if he jackin' that he stackin' (GDK)\nKnow my nigga savage\nSkinny nigga but my pockets full of cabbage (breach)\nFolk treesh from the floss, so they average\nBlue cheese make these bitches throw they ass quick (give me that)\nNow I'm on top, hands out for the little six (nah)\nMan these niggas sick\nWould they ask for the sauce if you\nAin't post the pic of your latest shits\nCan't get the drip (never)\nNiggas came for the sauce,\nThat'll get you clipped careful with the four-fifth (bah, bah, grah)\nHundred doors kicked (grrr), keys in the cut\nDon't try your luck, couple shots to your gut (grrr)\nTold my niggas ain't no lettin' up (nah)\nOne call and I bet my shooters lift you up (grrr)\n\nNiggas talk, for what? (bah, bah, bah)\nThey know, we bend blocks for sure, shoot what, shoot who?\nCaught in the road, that pole give you two shots, who hot?\nDon't give a fuck who block, free Clax, free Shots\nDon't give a fuck, who flock, get your hoe shot up\n\nBoy, you know it's that 100 Cloccs shit, man\nNigga, we out here, nigga\nFuck is you talkin' bout, nigga?\nSpin the block, nigga (grrrt)\nPosted up on the block every day, nigga\nSpin the block, nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.48] Grrt (uh), woo (uh), woo (uh), woo (uh-uh, uh)\n[00:10.75] 092MLB, - know how I'm rockin', grrt, I make a call, and it's war, huh?\n[00:16.83] It's 09s to the Cloccs, man, run up, get done up, -, spin the block, - (grrt)\n[00:20.57] - is you talkin' 'bout? 09, 100 Cloccs, we really do this sh-, - (gang, skrrt, yeah)\n[00:23.17] What's up -? GDK, - (it's that 100 Cloccs sh-, man) we really do this, -\n[00:26.55] What's up, -? Spin the block, grrt, GDK (all I know is you better have your vest, all that gangsta - I put it to test)\n[00:29.96] Uh (grrt), step on the field, watch 'em crumble (bah)\n[00:33.06] Talkin' for what, but you ain't put no work (skrrt)\n[00:34.65] All that talk, but you ain't wanna rumble (grrt)\n[00:36.46] Knuckle up, or get put on a shirt (bah, bah, bah)\n[00:38.62] Send shots, hit you and your uncle (yeah, bah)\n[00:40.50] Talkin' for what, but you ain't been the first (grrt)\n[00:42.53] Sauce drip like I stepped in a puddle (puddle, bah, bah)\n[00:44.45] Don't be fooled by these frames, get left in the dirt\n[00:46.24] Yeah, I'm not with the talkin' or linkin' sh-, disrespect, nigg- lit\n[00:49.08] I just stick to the breesh, lie low 'cause these - be ignorant (brrt)\n[00:52.03] Friday, I'm hittin' sh-, where I'm parkin' my V's like this (skrrt, skrrt)\n[00:54.92] Flat bush got me stuck on a bracelet (precinct)\n[00:56.24] Tell the DA, \"I ain't writin' no statements\" (writin' no statements)\n[00:58.10] Big boot, have you stuck in the pavement (bah)\n[00:59.98] Talkin' the books, have you wait for arraignment (bah)\n[01:01.97] Tellin' 'em lies, I can't give 'em the facts, Balmains keep a Nina attached (bah)\n[01:06.22] Big body where I'm packin' my MAC, big 092, but I stay with a MAC\n[01:09.93] Spinned through my block, but you ain't do sh- (bah), say you got chop, but you ain't shoot sh-\n[01:13.72] Come to my block, we keep two grips, call the real choppas, we spin in two whips\n[01:17.91] - talk for what? (Grrt), they know, we bend blocks fasho (uh)\n[01:21.79] Shoot what, shoot who? Caught in the road, that pole\n[01:25.61] Give you two shots, who hot? Don't give a - who block\n[01:29.63] Fee Clax, free Shots, don't give a - who flock\n[01:33.47] Get your - shot up (bah, bah)\n[01:34.45] Certain - if you touch that'll get you brushed (bah, bah)\n[01:36.62] I ain't talkin' no bluff, run up, try your luck (skrrt)\n[01:38.32] Shooters in the club, ready to gun bust\n[01:40.18] You know what's up, keep my Drac' tucked ain't no runnin' up (bah-bah-bah)\n[01:42.09] Hunnids in the bag, you know how the Cloccs move\n[01:44.30] When I see an opp treesh, yeah, she scream, \"Woo\"\n[01:46.33] All my n- on the road, tryna eat food\n[01:48.16] Cookin' up couple tracks, I'm the new fuse\n[01:50.26] Switch it up, now I'm back on that trap s- (on that trap)\n[01:52.29] Hit the block, hit the road, get it back quick (get it back)\n[01:54.02] Had to bake half the work, make it backflip (make it backflip)\n[01:56.18] Posted up on that block, for that package (skrrt)\n[01:58.08] Shooters on call, this ain't no practice (bah, bah)\n[02:00.06] Act quick, at your dome with that MAC stiff (grrt)\n[02:01.93] Fast whip, spin your block, know you're tragic (skrrt, skrrt)\n[02:03.83] - know Floss with, all my Woos trappin' (woo)\n[02:05.84] Ain't no average, 09 to the Cloccs, all my n- on point for that action (skrrt, bah-bah)\n[02:09.57] And we packin', sick a - if he jackin' that he stackin' (grrt, GDK) know my nig- savage\n[02:13.65] Skinny -, but my pockets full of cabbage (breesh), folk treesh from the floss, so they average\n[02:17.59] Blue cheese make these - throw they - quick (give me that)\n[02:20.08] Now I'm on top, hands out for the little six (nah)\n[02:21.53] Man these - sick, would they ask for the sauce if you ain't post the pic of your latest shits (nah)\n[02:25.36] Can't get the drip (never), - came for the sauce, that'll get you clipped, careful with the 45th (bah, bah, bah)\n[02:29.40] Hunnid doors kicked (grrt), keys in the cut, don't try your luck (grrt), couple shots to your gut (grrt)\n[02:33.27] Told my -s ain't no lettin' up (nah), one call and I bet my shooters lift you up (grrt)\n[02:36.38] - talk for what? (Bah, bah, bah) they know, we bend blocks fasho\n[02:40.51] Shoot what, shoot who? Caught in the road, that pole (uh, uh, uh)\n[02:44.57] Give you two shots, who hot? Don't give a - who block (uh)\n[02:48.30] Free Clax, free Shots, don't give a - who flock (uh)\n[02:52.25] Get your - shot up\n[02:53.64] You already know it's that 100 Cloccs shi', man, -, we out here, -\n[02:56.75] - is you talkin' bout, n-? Spin the block, - (grrt)\n[03:00.07] Posted up on the block every day, n-, spin the block, -\n[03:24.67] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Rumble\n artist: Pop Smoke, Tayy Floss\n album: Faith (Deluxe)\n duration_ms: 205000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Grrt (uh), woo (uh), woo (uh), woo (uh-uh, uh)\n start_ms: 3480\n end_ms: 10750\n- text: 092MLB, - know how I'm rockin', grrt, I make a call, and it's war, huh?\n start_ms: 10750\n end_ms: 16830\n- text: It's 09s to the Cloccs, man, run up, get done up, -, spin the block, - (grrt)\n start_ms: 16830\n end_ms: 20570\n- text: '- is you talkin'' ''bout? 09, 100 Cloccs, we really do this sh-, - (gang, skrrt, yeah)'\n start_ms: 20570\n end_ms: 23170\n- text: What's up -? GDK, - (it's that 100 Cloccs sh-, man) we really do this, -\n start_ms: 23170\n end_ms: 26550\n- text: What's up, -? 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Spin the block, - (grrt)'\n start_ms: 176750\n end_ms: 180070\n- text: Posted up on the block every day, n-, spin the block, -\n start_ms: 180070\n end_ms: 204670\nplain: |-\n Grrrrt (woo, woo, woo)\n 092MLB (opps know how I'm rockin', grrt)\n I make a call and it's war, huh?\n It's 09s to the Cloccs, man\n Run up, get done up, nigga\n Spin the block, nigga (grrt)\n Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?\n 09, 100 Cloccs, we really do this shit, nigga\n What's up nigga? GDK, nigga (It's that 100 Cloccs shit, man)\n We really do this, nigga\n What's up, nigga? Spin the block, grrrt, GDK\n\n Uh, step on the field, watch 'em crumble (brr)\n Talkin' for what but you ain't put no work (pah, pah)\n All that talk but you ain't wanna rumble (grrt)\n Knuckle up, or get put on a shirt (bah, bah, bah)\n Send shots, hit you and your uncle (uncle, yeah, bah)\n Talkin' for what but you ain't been the first (grrt)\n Sauce drip like I stepped in a puddle (Puddle, bah, bah)\n Don't be fooled by these frames, get left in the dirt\n Yeah, I'm not with the talkin' or linkin' shit, disrespect nigga, lit\n I just stick to the breesh,\n Lay low 'cause these niggas be ignorant (brr)\n Friday, I'm hittin' shit,\n Where I'm parkin' my V's like this (skrt, skrt)\n Flatbush got me stuck on a bracelet (precinct)\n Tell the DA, \"I ain't writing no statements\" (writing no statements)\n Big boot, have you stuck in the pavement (blah, blah)\n Talkin' the books, have you wait for arraignment\n Tellin' them lies, I can't give 'em the facts\n Balmains keep a Nina attached\n Big body where I'm packin' my MAC\n Big 092 but I stay with a MAC\n Skate to my block, but you ain't do shit\n Say you got chops, but you ain't shoot shit\n Come to my block, we keep two grips\n Call the real choppers, we spin in two whips\n\n Niggas talk, for what? (grrrt)\n They know, we've bend blocks for sure, shoot what, shoot who?\n Caught in the road, that pole give you two shots, who hot?\n Don't give a fuck who block, free Clax, free Shots\n Don't give a fuck, who flock, get your hoe shot up (gah, bah)\n\n Certain niggas if you touch that'll get you brushed (gah, bah)\n I ain't talkin' no bluff when I'm tryin' up (skrr)\n Shooters in the club, ready to gun bust\n You know what's up, keep my Drac' tucked ain't no runnin' up\n Hundreds in the bag, you know how the Cloccs move\n When I see an opp treesh, yeah she scream \"Woo\"\n All my niggas on the road, tryna eat food\n Cook it up, couple tracks, on the new feuds\n Switch it up, now I'm back on that trap shit (on that trap)\n Hit the block, hit the road, get it back quick (get it back)\n Had to bake half the work, make it backflip (make it backflip)\n Posted up on that block, for that package (skrr)\n Shooters on call, this ain't a practice (bah, bah)\n Act quick, at your dome with that MAC stiff (grrr)\n Fast whip, spin your block, know you're tragic (skrr, skrr)\n Bitches know Floss with, all my Woos trappin' (woo)\n Ain't no average\n 09 to the Cloccs, all my niggas on point for that action\n Every pack in, sick a nigga if he jackin' that he stackin' (GDK)\n Know my nigga savage\n Skinny nigga but my pockets full of cabbage (breach)\n Folk treesh from the floss, so they average\n Blue cheese make these bitches throw they ass quick (give me that)\n Now I'm on top, hands out for the little six (nah)\n Man these niggas sick\n Would they ask for the sauce if you\n Ain't post the pic of your latest shits\n Can't get the drip (never)\n Niggas came for the sauce,\n That'll get you clipped careful with the four-fifth (bah, bah, grah)\n Hundred doors kicked (grrr), keys in the cut\n Don't try your luck, couple shots to your gut (grrr)\n Told my niggas ain't no lettin' up (nah)\n One call and I bet my shooters lift you up (grrr)\n\n Niggas talk, for what? (bah, bah, bah)\n They know, we bend blocks for sure, shoot what, shoot who?\n Caught in the road, that pole give you two shots, who hot?\n Don't give a fuck who block, free Clax, free Shots\n Don't give a fuck, who flock, get your hoe shot up\n\n Boy, you know it's that 100 Cloccs shit, man\n Nigga, we out here, nigga\n Fuck is you talkin' bout, nigga?\n Spin the block, nigga (grrrt)\n Posted up on the block every day, nigga\n Spin the block, nigga\n"},{"id":12094433,"name":"Rumble","trackName":"Rumble","artistName":"Pop Smoke, Tay Floss","albumName":"Faith (Deluxe)","duration":204.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Grrrrt (woo, woo, woo)\n092MLB (opps know how I'm rockin', grrt)\nI make a call and it's war, huh?\nIt's 09s to the Cloccs, man\nRun up, get done up, nigga\nSpin the block, nigga (grrt)\nFuck is you talkin' 'bout?\n09, 100 Cloccs, we really do this shit, nigga\nWhat's up nigga? GDK, nigga (It's that 100 Cloccs shit, man)\nWe really do this, nigga\nWhat's up, nigga? Spin the block, grrrt, GDK\n\nUh, step on the field, watch 'em crumble (brr)\nTalkin' for what but you ain't put no work (pah, pah)\nAll that talk but you ain't wanna rumble (grrt)\nKnuckle up, or get put on a shirt (bah, bah, bah)\nSend shots, hit you and your uncle (uncle, yeah, bah)\nTalkin' for what but you ain't been the first (grrt)\nSauce drip like I stepped in a puddle (Puddle, bah, bah)\nDon't be fooled by these frames, get left in the dirt\nYeah, I'm not with the talkin' or linkin' shit, disrespect nigga, lit\nI just stick to the breesh,\nlay low 'cause these niggas be ignorant (brr)\nFriday, I'm hittin' shit,\nwhere I'm parkin' my V's like this (skrt, skrt)\nFlatbush got me stuck on a bracelet (precinct)\nTell the DA, \"I ain't writing no statements\" (writing no statements)\nBig boot, have you stuck in the pavement (blah, blah)\nTalkin' the books, have you wait for arraignment\nTellin' them lies, I can't give 'em the facts\nBalmains keep a Nina attached\nBig body where I'm packin' my MAC\nBig 092 but I stay with a MAC\nSkate to my block, but you ain't do shit\nSay you got chops, but you ain't shoot shit\nCome to my block, we keep two grips\nCall the real choppers, we spin in two whips\n\nNiggas talk, for what? (grrrt)\nThey know, we've bend blocks for sure, shoot what, shoot who?\nCaught in the road, that pole give you two shots, who hot?\nDon't give a fuck who block, free Clax, free Shots\nDon't give a fuck, who flock, get your hoe shot up (gah, bah)\n\nCertain niggas if you touch that'll get you brushed (gah, bah)\nI ain't talkin' no bluff when I'm tryin' up (skrr)\nShooters in the club, ready to gun bust\nYou know what's up, keep my Drac' tucked ain't no runnin' up\nHundreds in the bag, you know how the Cloccs move\nWhen I see an opp treesh, yeah she scream \"Woo\"\nAll my niggas on the road, tryna eat food\nCook it up, couple tracks, on the new feuds\nSwitch it up, now I'm back on that trap shit (on that trap)\nHit the block, hit the road, get it back quick (get it back)\nHad to bake half the work, make it backflip (make it backflip)\nPosted up on that block, for that package (skrr)\nShooters on call, this ain't a practice (bah, bah)\nAct quick, at your dome with that MAC stiff (grrr)\nFast whip, spin your block, know you're tragic (skrr, skrr)\nBitches know Floss with, all my Woos trappin' (woo)\nAin't no average\n09 to the Cloccs, all my niggas on point for that action\nEvery pack in, sick a nigga if he jackin' that he stackin' (GDK)\nKnow my nigga savage\nSkinny nigga but my pockets full of cabbage (breach)\nFolk treesh from the floss, so they average\nBlue cheese make these bitches throw they ass quick (give me that)\nNow I'm on top, hands out for the little six (nah)\nMan these niggas sick\nWould they ask for the sauce if you\nain't post the pic of your latest shits\ncan't get the drip (never)\nNiggas came for the sauce,\nthat'll get you clipped careful with the four-fifth (bah, bah, grah)\nHundred doors kicked (grrr), keys in the cut\nDon't try your luck, couple shots to your gut (grrr)\nTold my niggas ain't no lettin' up (nah)\nOne call and I bet my shooters lift you up (grrr)\n\nNiggas talk, for what? (bah, bah, bah)\nThey know, we bend blocks for sure, shoot what, shoot who?\nCaught in the road, that pole give you two shots, who hot?\nDon't give a fuck who block, free Clax, free Shots\nDon't give a fuck, who flock, get your hoe shot up\n\nBoy, you know it's that 100 Cloccs shit, man\nNigga, we out here, nigga\nFuck is you talkin' bout, nigga?\nSpin the block, nigga (grrrt)\nPosted up on the block every day, nigga\nSpin the block, nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.48] Grrt (uh), woo (uh), woo (uh), woo (uh-uh, uh)\n[00:10.75] 092MLB, - know how I'm rockin', grrt, I make a call, and it's war, huh?\n[00:16.83] It's 09s to the Cloccs, man, run up, get done up, -, spin the block, - (grrt)\n[00:20.57] - is you talkin' 'bout? 09, 100 Cloccs, we really do this sh-, - (gang, skrrt, yeah)\n[00:23.17] What's up -? GDK, - (it's that 100 Cloccs sh-, man) we really do this, -\n[00:26.55] What's up, -? Spin the block, grrt, GDK (all I know is you better have your vest, all that gangsta - I put it to test)\n[00:29.96] Uh (grrt), step on the field, watch 'em crumble (bah)\n[00:33.06] Talkin' for what, but you ain't put no work (skrrt)\n[00:34.65] All that talk, but you ain't wanna rumble (grrt)\n[00:36.46] Knuckle up, or get put on a shirt (bah, bah, bah)\n[00:38.62] Send shots, hit you and your uncle (yeah, bah)\n[00:40.50] Talkin' for what, but you ain't been the first (grrt)\n[00:42.53] Sauce drip like I stepped in a puddle (puddle, bah, bah)\n[00:44.45] Don't be fooled by these frames, get left in the dirt\n[00:46.24] Yeah, I'm not with the talkin' or linkin' sh-, disrespect, nigg- lit\n[00:49.08] I just stick to the breesh, lie low 'cause these - be ignorant (brrt)\n[00:52.03] Friday, I'm hittin' sh-, where I'm parkin' my V's like this (skrrt, skrrt)\n[00:54.92] Flat bush got me stuck on a bracelet (precinct)\n[00:56.24] Tell the DA, \"I ain't writin' no statements\" (writin' no statements)\n[00:58.10] Big boot, have you stuck in the pavement (bah)\n[00:59.98] Talkin' the books, have you wait for arraignment (bah)\n[01:01.97] Tellin' 'em lies, I can't give 'em the facts, Balmains keep a Nina attached (bah)\n[01:06.22] Big body where I'm packin' my MAC, big 092, but I stay with a MAC\n[01:09.93] Spinned through my block, but you ain't do sh- (bah), say you got chop, but you ain't shoot sh-\n[01:13.72] Come to my block, we keep two grips, call the real choppas, we spin in two whips\n[01:17.91] - talk for what? (Grrt), they know, we bend blocks fasho (uh)\n[01:21.79] Shoot what, shoot who? Caught in the road, that pole\n[01:25.61] Give you two shots, who hot? Don't give a - who block\n[01:29.63] Fee Clax, free Shots, don't give a - who flock\n[01:33.47] Get your - shot up (bah, bah)\n[01:34.45] Certain - if you touch that'll get you brushed (bah, bah)\n[01:36.62] I ain't talkin' no bluff, run up, try your luck (skrrt)\n[01:38.32] Shooters in the club, ready to gun bust\n[01:40.18] You know what's up, keep my Drac' tucked ain't no runnin' up (bah-bah-bah)\n[01:42.09] Hunnids in the bag, you know how the Cloccs move\n[01:44.30] When I see an opp treesh, yeah, she scream, \"Woo\"\n[01:46.33] All my n- on the road, tryna eat food\n[01:48.16] Cookin' up couple tracks, I'm the new fuse\n[01:50.26] Switch it up, now I'm back on that trap s- (on that trap)\n[01:52.29] Hit the block, hit the road, get it back quick (get it back)\n[01:54.02] Had to bake half the work, make it backflip (make it backflip)\n[01:56.18] Posted up on that block, for that package (skrrt)\n[01:58.08] Shooters on call, this ain't no practice (bah, bah)\n[02:00.06] Act quick, at your dome with that MAC stiff (grrt)\n[02:01.93] Fast whip, spin your block, know you're tragic (skrrt, skrrt)\n[02:03.83] - know Floss with, all my Woos trappin' (woo)\n[02:05.84] Ain't no average, 09 to the Cloccs, all my n- on point for that action (skrrt, bah-bah)\n[02:09.57] And we packin', sick a - if he jackin' that he stackin' (grrt, GDK) know my nig- savage\n[02:13.65] Skinny -, but my pockets full of cabbage (breesh), folk treesh from the floss, so they average\n[02:17.59] Blue cheese make these - throw they - quick (give me that)\n[02:20.08] Now I'm on top, hands out for the little six (nah)\n[02:21.53] Man these - sick, would they ask for the sauce if you ain't post the pic of your latest shits (nah)\n[02:25.36] Can't get the drip (never), - came for the sauce, that'll get you clipped, careful with the 45th (bah, bah, bah)\n[02:29.40] Hunnid doors kicked (grrt), keys in the cut, don't try your luck (grrt), couple shots to your gut (grrt)\n[02:33.27] Told my -s ain't no lettin' up (nah), one call and I bet my shooters lift you up (grrt)\n[02:36.38] - talk for what? (Bah, bah, bah) they know, we bend blocks fasho\n[02:40.51] Shoot what, shoot who? Caught in the road, that pole (uh, uh, uh)\n[02:44.57] Give you two shots, who hot? Don't give a - who block (uh)\n[02:48.30] Free Clax, free Shots, don't give a - who flock (uh)\n[02:52.25] Get your - shot up\n[02:53.64] You already know it's that 100 Cloccs shi', man, -, we out here, -\n[02:56.75] - is you talkin' bout, n-? Spin the block, - (grrt)\n[03:00.07] Posted up on the block every day, n-, spin the block, -\n[03:24.67] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Rumble\n artist: Pop Smoke, Tay Floss\n album: Faith (Deluxe)\n duration_ms: 204000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Grrt (uh), woo (uh), woo (uh), woo (uh-uh, uh)\n start_ms: 3480\n end_ms: 10750\n- text: 092MLB, - know how I'm rockin', grrt, I make a call, and it's war, huh?\n start_ms: 10750\n end_ms: 16830\n- text: It's 09s to the Cloccs, man, run up, get done up, -, spin the block, - (grrt)\n start_ms: 16830\n end_ms: 20570\n- text: '- is you talkin'' ''bout? 09, 100 Cloccs, we really do this sh-, - (gang, skrrt, yeah)'\n start_ms: 20570\n end_ms: 23170\n- text: What's up -? GDK, - (it's that 100 Cloccs sh-, man) we really do this, -\n start_ms: 23170\n end_ms: 26550\n- text: What's up, -? 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Spin the block, grrrt, GDK\n\n Uh, step on the field, watch 'em crumble (brr)\n Talkin' for what but you ain't put no work (pah, pah)\n All that talk but you ain't wanna rumble (grrt)\n Knuckle up, or get put on a shirt (bah, bah, bah)\n Send shots, hit you and your uncle (uncle, yeah, bah)\n Talkin' for what but you ain't been the first (grrt)\n Sauce drip like I stepped in a puddle (Puddle, bah, bah)\n Don't be fooled by these frames, get left in the dirt\n Yeah, I'm not with the talkin' or linkin' shit, disrespect nigga, lit\n I just stick to the breesh,\n lay low 'cause these niggas be ignorant (brr)\n Friday, I'm hittin' shit,\n where I'm parkin' my V's like this (skrt, skrt)\n Flatbush got me stuck on a bracelet (precinct)\n Tell the DA, \"I ain't writing no statements\" (writing no statements)\n Big boot, have you stuck in the pavement (blah, blah)\n Talkin' the books, have you wait for arraignment\n Tellin' them lies, I can't give 'em the facts\n Balmains keep a Nina attached\n Big body where I'm packin' my MAC\n Big 092 but I stay with a MAC\n Skate to my block, but you ain't do shit\n Say you got chops, but you ain't shoot shit\n Come to my block, we keep two grips\n Call the real choppers, we spin in two whips\n\n Niggas talk, for what? 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(bah, bah, bah)\n They know, we bend blocks for sure, shoot what, shoot who?\n Caught in the road, that pole give you two shots, who hot?\n Don't give a fuck who block, free Clax, free Shots\n Don't give a fuck, who flock, get your hoe shot up\n\n Boy, you know it's that 100 Cloccs shit, man\n Nigga, we out here, nigga\n Fuck is you talkin' bout, nigga?\n Spin the block, nigga (grrrt)\n Posted up on the block every day, nigga\n Spin the block, nigga\n"},{"id":3070081,"name":"Rumble","trackName":"Rumble","artistName":"Pop Smoke feat. Tay Floss","albumName":"Faith","duration":205.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Grrrrt (woo, woo, woo)\n092MLB (opps know how I'm rockin', grrt)\nI make a call and it's war, huh?\nIt's 09s to the Cloccs, man\nRun up, get done up, nigga\nSpin the block, nigga (grrt)\nFuck is you talkin' 'bout?\n09, 100 Cloccs, we really do this shit, nigga\nWhat's up nigga? GDK, nigga (It's that 100 Cloccs shit, man)\nWe really do this, nigga\nWhat's up, nigga? Spin the block, grrrt, GDK\n\nUh, step on the field, watch 'em crumble (brr)\nTalkin' for what but you ain't put no work (pah, pah)\nAll that talk but you ain't wanna rumble (grrt)\nKnuckle up, or get put on a shirt (bah, bah, bah)\nSend shots, hit you and your uncle (uncle, yeah, bah)\nTalkin' for what but you ain't been the first (grrt)\nSauce drip like I stepped in a puddle (Puddle, bah, bah)\nDon't be fooled by these frames, get left in the dirt\nYeah, I'm not with the talkin' or linkin' shit, disrespect nigga, lit\nI just stick to the breesh,\nLay low 'cause these niggas be ignorant (brr)\nFriday, I'm hittin' shit,\nWhere I'm parkin' my V's like this (skrt, skrt)\nFlatbush got me stuck on a bracelet (precinct)\nTell the DA, \"I ain't writing no statements\" (writing no statements)\nBig boot, have you stuck in the pavement (blah, blah)\nTalkin' the books, have you wait for arraignment\nTellin' them lies, I can't give 'em the facts\nBalmains keep a Nina attached\nBig body where I'm packin' my MAC\nBig 092 but I stay with a MAC\nSkate to my block, but you ain't do shit\nSay you got chops, but you ain't shoot shit\nCome to my block, we keep two grips\nCall the real choppers, we spin in two whips\n\nNiggas talk, for what? (grrrt)\nThey know, we've bend blocks for sure, shoot what, shoot who?\nCaught in the road, that pole give you two shots, who hot?\nDon't give a fuck who block, free Clax, free Shots\nDon't give a fuck, who flock, get your hoe shot up (gah, bah)\n\nCertain niggas if you touch that'll get you brushed (gah, bah)\nI ain't talkin' no bluff when I'm tryin' up (skrr)\nShooters in the club, ready to gun bust\nYou know what's up, keep my Drac' tucked ain't no runnin' up\nHundreds in the bag, you know how the Cloccs move\nWhen I see an opp treesh, yeah she scream \"Woo\"\nAll my niggas on the road, tryna eat food\nCook it up, couple tracks, on the new feuds\nSwitch it up, now I'm back on that trap shit (on that trap)\nHit the block, hit the road, get it back quick (get it back)\nHad to bake half the work, make it backflip (make it backflip)\nPosted up on that block, for that package (skrr)\nShooters on call, this ain't a practice (bah, bah)\nAct quick, at your dome with that MAC stiff (grrr)\nFast whip, spin your block, know you're tragic (skrr, skrr)\nBitches know Floss with, all my Woos trappin' (woo)\nAin't no average\n09 to the Cloccs, all my niggas on point for that action\nEvery pack in, sick a nigga if he jackin' that he stackin' (GDK)\nKnow my nigga savage\nSkinny nigga but my pockets full of cabbage (breach)\nFolk treesh from the floss, so they average\nBlue cheese make these bitches throw they ass quick (give me that)\nNow I'm on top, hands out for the little six (nah)\nMan these niggas sick\nWould they ask for the sauce if you\nAin't post the pic of your latest shits\nCan't get the drip (never)\nNiggas came for the sauce,\nThat'll get you clipped careful with the four-fifth (bah, bah, grah)\nHundred doors kicked (grrr), keys in the cut\nDon't try your luck, couple shots to your gut (grrr)\nTold my niggas ain't no lettin' up (nah)\nOne call and I bet my shooters lift you up (grrr)\n\nNiggas talk, for what? (bah, bah, bah)\nThey know, we bend blocks for sure, shoot what, shoot who?\nCaught in the road, that pole give you two shots, who hot?\nDon't give a fuck who block, free Clax, free Shots\nDon't give a fuck, who flock, get your hoe shot up\n\nBoy, you know it's that 100 Cloccs shit, man\nNigga, we out here, nigga\nFuck is you talkin' bout, nigga?\nSpin the block, nigga (grrrt)\nPosted up on the block every day, nigga\nSpin the block, nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.39] Grrrt (woo)\n[00:05.39] Woo, woo\n[00:07.69] \n[00:11.38] 092MLB (opps know how I'm rockin', grrt)\n[00:13.38] I make a call, and it's war, huh?\n[00:16.70] It's 09s to the Cloccs, man\n[00:18.13] Run up, get done up, nigga, spin the block, nigga\n[00:20.38] Fuck is you talkin' 'bout? 09, 100 Cloccs, we really do this shit, nigga\n[00:23.66] What's up nigga? GDK, nigga (it's that 100 Cloccs shit, man)\n[00:25.46] We really do this, nigga, what's up, nigga? Spin the block, grrrt, GDK\n[00:27.61] (All I know is you better have your vest, all that gangsta shit I put it to test)\n[00:30.64] Step on the field, watch 'em crumble (brr)\n[00:32.82] Talkin' for what, but you ain't put no work (pah, pah)\n[00:34.77] All that talk, but you ain't wanna rumble (grrt)\n[00:36.81] Knuckle up, or get put on a shirt (bah, bah, bah)\n[00:38.65] Send shots, hit you and your uncle (uncle, yeah, bah)\n[00:40.78] Talkin' for what, but you ain't been the first (grrt)\n[00:42.43] Sauce drip like I stepped in a puddle (puddle, bah, bah)\n[00:44.39] Don't be fooled by these frames, get left in the dirt\n[00:46.45] Yeah, I'm not with the talkin' or linkin' shit, disrespect, nigga lit\n[00:49.36] I just stick to the breesh, lay low 'cause these niggas be ignorant\n[00:52.01] Friday, I'm hittin' shit, where I'm parkin' my V's like this\n[00:54.48] Flatbush got me stuck on a bracelet (precinct)\n[00:56.07] Tell the DA, \"I ain't writin' no statements\" (writin' no statements)\n[00:58.09] Big boot, have you stuck in the pavement (blah, blah)\n[01:00.01] Talkin' the books, have you wait for arraignment\n[01:02.40] Tellin' them lies, I can't give 'em the facts\n[01:04.92] Balmains keep a Nina attached\n[01:06.39] Big body where I'm packin' my MAC\n[01:08.36] Big 092 but I stay with a MAC\n[01:10.12] Skate to my block, but you ain't do shit\n[01:12.13] Say you got chops, but you ain't shoot shit\n[01:14.15] Come to my block, we keep two grips\n[01:16.10] Call the real choppers, we spin in two whips\n[01:17.91] Niggas talk, for what? (Grrrt)\n[01:19.44] They know, we bend blocks for sure, shoot what, shoot who?\n[01:24.20] Caught in the road, that pole give you two shots, who hot?\n[01:28.24] Don't give a fuck who block, free Clax, free Shots\n[01:32.12] Don't give a fuck, who flock, get your hoe shot up (bah, bah)\n[01:34.57] Certain niggas if you touch that'll get you brushed (bah, bah)\n[01:36.71] I ain't talkin' no bluff when I'm tryin' up (skrrt)\n[01:38.63] Shooters in the club, ready to gun bust\n[01:40.22] You know what's up, keep my Drac' tucked ain't no runnin' up (bah, bah, bah)\n[01:42.63] Hundreds in the bag, you know how the Cloccs move\n[01:44.51] When I see an opp treesh, yeah she scream, \"Woo\"\n[01:46.54] All my niggas on the road, tryna eat food\n[01:48.48] Cook it up, couple tracks, on the new feuds\n[01:50.40] Switch it up, now I'm back on that trap shit (on that trap)\n[01:52.48] Hit the block, hit the road, get it back quick (get it back)\n[01:54.38] Had to bake half the work, make it backflip (make it backflip)\n[01:56.35] Posted up on that block, for that package\n[01:58.24] Shooters on call, this ain't no practice (bah, bah)\n[02:00.19] Act quick, at your dome with that MAC stiff (grrr)\n[02:01.94] Fast whip, spin your block, know you're tragic\n[02:04.01] Bitches know Floss with, all my Woos trappin' (woo)\n[02:06.29] Ain't no average\n[02:07.55] 09 to the Cloccs, all my niggas on point for that action\n[02:10.12] And we packin', sick a nigga if he jackin' that he stackin' (GDK)\n[02:12.72] Know my nigga savage\n[02:13.95] Skinny nigga but my pockets full of cabbage (breesh)\n[02:15.98] Folk treesh from the floss, so they average\n[02:18.04] Blue cheese make these bitches throw they ass quick (give me that)\n[02:19.88] Now I'm on top, hands out for the little six (nah)\n[02:21.94] Man these niggas sick\n[02:22.85] Would they ask for the sauce\n[02:23.99] If you ain't post the pic of your latest shits, can't get the drip\n[02:26.79] Niggas came for the sauce\n[02:27.85] That'll get you clipped careful with the four-fifth (bah, bah, grah)\n[02:30.04] 100 doors kicked (grrr), keys in the cut\n[02:31.41] Don't try your luck, couple shots to your gut (grrr)\n[02:33.23] Told my niggas, \"Ain't no lettin' up\" (nah)\n[02:34.66] One call and I bet my shooters lift you up (grrr)\n[02:36.65] Niggas talk, for what? 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GDK, nigga (It's that 100 Cloccs shit, man)\nWe really do this, nigga\nWhat's up, nigga? Spin the block, grrrt, GDK\n\nUh, step on the field, watch 'em crumble (brr)\nTalkin' for what but you ain't put no work (pah, pah)\nAll that talk but you ain't wanna rumble (grrt)\nKnuckle up, or get put on a shirt (bah, bah, bah)\nSend shots, hit you and your uncle (uncle, yeah, bah)\nTalkin' for what but you ain't been the first (grrt)\nSauce drip like I stepped in a puddle (Puddle, bah, bah)\nDon't be fooled by these frames, get left in the dirt\nYeah, I'm not with the talkin' or linkin' shit, disrespect nigga, lit\nI just stick to the breesh,\nLay low 'cause these niggas be ignorant (brr)\nFriday, I'm hittin' shit,\nWhere I'm parkin' my V's like this (skrt, skrt)\nFlatbush got me stuck on a bracelet (precinct)\nTell the DA, \"I ain't writing no statements\" (writing no statements)\nBig boot, have you stuck in the pavement (blah, blah)\nTalkin' the books, have you wait for arraignment\nTellin' them lies, I can't give 'em the facts\nBalmains keep a Nina attached\nBig body where I'm packin' my MAC\nBig 092 but I stay with a MAC\nSkate to my block, but you ain't do shit\nSay you got chops, but you ain't shoot shit\nCome to my block, we keep two grips\nCall the real choppers, we spin in two whips\n\nNiggas talk, for what? 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(bah, bah, bah)\nThey know, we bend blocks for sure, shoot what, shoot who?\nCaught in the road, that pole give you two shots, who hot?\nDon't give a fuck who block, free Clax, free Shots\nDon't give a fuck, who flock, get your hoe shot up\n\nBoy, you know it's that 100 Cloccs shit, man\nNigga, we out here, nigga\nFuck is you talkin' bout, nigga?\nSpin the block, nigga (grrrt)\nPosted up on the block every day, nigga\nSpin the block, nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.48] Grrt (uh), woo (uh), woo (uh), woo (uh-uh, uh)\n[00:10.75] 092MLB, - know how I'm rockin', grrt, I make a call, and it's war, huh?\n[00:16.83] It's 09s to the Cloccs, man, run up, get done up, -, spin the block, - (grrt)\n[00:20.57] - is you talkin' 'bout? 09, 100 Cloccs, we really do this sh-, - (gang, skrrt, yeah)\n[00:23.17] What's up -? GDK, - (it's that 100 Cloccs sh-, man) we really do this, -\n[00:26.55] What's up, -? 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(Bah, bah, bah) they know, we bend blocks fasho'\n start_ms: 156380\n end_ms: 160510\n- text: Shoot what, shoot who? Caught in the road, that pole (uh, uh, uh)\n start_ms: 160510\n end_ms: 164570\n- text: Give you two shots, who hot? Don't give a - who block (uh)\n start_ms: 164570\n end_ms: 168300\n- text: Free Clax, free Shots, don't give a - who flock (uh)\n start_ms: 168300\n end_ms: 172250\n- text: Get your - shot up\n start_ms: 172250\n end_ms: 173640\n- text: You already know it's that 100 Cloccs shi', man, -, we out here, -\n start_ms: 173640\n end_ms: 176750\n- text: '- is you talkin'' bout, n-? Spin the block, - (grrt)'\n start_ms: 176750\n end_ms: 180070\n- text: Posted up on the block every day, n-, spin the block, -\n start_ms: 180070\n end_ms: 204670\nplain: |-\n Grrrrt (woo, woo, woo)\n 092MLB (opps know how I'm rockin', grrt)\n I make a call and it's war, huh?\n It's 09s to the Cloccs, man\n Run up, get done up, nigga\n Spin the block, nigga (grrt)\n Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?\n 09, 100 Cloccs, we really do this shit, nigga\n What's up nigga? GDK, nigga (It's that 100 Cloccs shit, man)\n We really do this, nigga\n What's up, nigga? Spin the block, grrrt, GDK\n\n Uh, step on the field, watch 'em crumble (brr)\n Talkin' for what but you ain't put no work (pah, pah)\n All that talk but you ain't wanna rumble (grrt)\n Knuckle up, or get put on a shirt (bah, bah, bah)\n Send shots, hit you and your uncle (uncle, yeah, bah)\n Talkin' for what but you ain't been the first (grrt)\n Sauce drip like I stepped in a puddle (Puddle, bah, bah)\n Don't be fooled by these frames, get left in the dirt\n Yeah, I'm not with the talkin' or linkin' shit, disrespect nigga, lit\n I just stick to the breesh,\n Lay low 'cause these niggas be ignorant (brr)\n Friday, I'm hittin' shit,\n Where I'm parkin' my V's like this (skrt, skrt)\n Flatbush got me stuck on a bracelet (precinct)\n Tell the DA, \"I ain't writing no statements\" (writing no statements)\n Big boot, have you stuck in the pavement (blah, blah)\n Talkin' the books, have you wait for arraignment\n Tellin' them lies, I can't give 'em the facts\n Balmains keep a Nina attached\n Big body where I'm packin' my MAC\n Big 092 but I stay with a MAC\n Skate to my block, but you ain't do shit\n Say you got chops, but you ain't shoot shit\n Come to my block, we keep two grips\n Call the real choppers, we spin in two whips\n\n Niggas talk, for what? (grrrt)\n They know, we've bend blocks for sure, shoot what, shoot who?\n Caught in the road, that pole give you two shots, who hot?\n Don't give a fuck who block, free Clax, free Shots\n Don't give a fuck, who flock, get your hoe shot up (gah, bah)\n\n Certain niggas if you touch that'll get you brushed (gah, bah)\n I ain't talkin' no bluff when I'm tryin' up (skrr)\n Shooters in the club, ready to gun bust\n You know what's up, keep my Drac' tucked ain't no runnin' up\n Hundreds in the bag, you know how the Cloccs move\n When I see an opp treesh, yeah she scream \"Woo\"\n All my niggas on the road, tryna eat food\n Cook it up, couple tracks, on the new feuds\n Switch it up, now I'm back on that trap shit (on that trap)\n Hit the block, hit the road, get it back quick (get it back)\n Had to bake half the work, make it backflip (make it backflip)\n Posted up on that block, for that package (skrr)\n Shooters on call, this ain't a practice (bah, bah)\n Act quick, at your dome with that MAC stiff (grrr)\n Fast whip, spin your block, know you're tragic (skrr, skrr)\n Bitches know Floss with, all my Woos trappin' (woo)\n Ain't no average\n 09 to the Cloccs, all my niggas on point for that action\n Every pack in, sick a nigga if he jackin' that he stackin' (GDK)\n Know my nigga savage\n Skinny nigga but my pockets full of cabbage (breach)\n Folk treesh from the floss, so they average\n Blue cheese make these bitches throw they ass quick (give me that)\n Now I'm on top, hands out for the little six (nah)\n Man these niggas sick\n Would they ask for the sauce if you\n Ain't post the pic of your latest shits\n Can't get the drip (never)\n Niggas came for the sauce,\n That'll get you clipped careful with the four-fifth (bah, bah, grah)\n Hundred doors kicked (grrr), keys in the cut\n Don't try your luck, couple shots to your gut (grrr)\n Told my niggas ain't no lettin' up (nah)\n One call and I bet my shooters lift you up (grrr)\n\n Niggas talk, for what? (bah, bah, bah)\n They know, we bend blocks for sure, shoot what, shoot who?\n Caught in the road, that pole give you two shots, who hot?\n Don't give a fuck who block, free Clax, free Shots\n Don't give a fuck, who flock, get your hoe shot up\n\n Boy, you know it's that 100 Cloccs shit, man\n Nigga, we out here, nigga\n Fuck is you talkin' bout, nigga?\n Spin the block, nigga (grrrt)\n Posted up on the block every day, nigga\n Spin the block, nigga\n"}]