Rummy On Rock (feat. Erich Gillespie)
I'ma say some shit that don't make sense but it's gon make sense
Ya feel what I'm sayin...
(aye, aye, where's it at though?)
Someone said he wasn't from this side
Someone else he always down to ride
Ain't no game no cappin on the town
If you show it's always goin down
Rummy on Rock
Dummy on shots, I got all shots
Gunny on top, Jimmy called rock
I got on the block
Pretty lil thot, yeah
I'm just tryna get up in the spot
Trynna make it to the top who knows why stop right there
I got homies still out on the block don't care
Cancel your agenda this is not Cobert
I got my clover leaf, you kept the Jesus piece on
I will control your speed, flexin' like you get a respawn
Feel like Selena Johnson watching it all fall down, not fair
Runaway from Wisconsin,
Government watchin while they heart cold as the air
See all this new shit I cop by the pair
I'm tryna count it not conversate
I got a lot of things I gotta do while I'm here
Park my shit right by the pier
Come back, I put it in gear
Tell lil bro get on my time, I been the realest this year
Wisconsin's cold, Money old
I got soul, kitted to the toes
I'm talking cash shit, run up off a bag
Cold is in the air but my bitch be doin backflips
On the mattress, got it off on Saks 5th
If you blow it let me show it yeah you know it's always goin down
Rummy on Rock
Dummy on shots, I got all shots
Gunny on top, Jimmy called rock
I got on the block
Pretty lil thot, yeah
I'm just tryna get up in the spot
Trynna make it to the top who knows why stop right there
I got homies still out on the block don't care
Cancel your agenda this is not Cobert
I did a shoulder lean, I be off with your bitch
I just go hit the liq, I'm just gon' pull the stick
Talking that shit to me, nigga you're gonna be history
Fuckin' around with me, is you gon puff a pound with me?
Talking that shit, nigga I'm lit, blowing that piff
Yeah!
Hitting that chick, calling that bitch, catch me in VIP
Yeah!
I'm about to hop up in the whip right here
Hunnid thousand caps on my wrist right here
See me on tracks with the gift right here
With the chicks right here on her lips like
Yeah!
Ya feel what I'm sayin...
(aye, aye, where's it at though?)
Someone said he wasn't from this side
Someone else he always down to ride
Ain't no game no cappin on the town
If you show it's always goin down
Rummy on Rock
Dummy on shots, I got all shots
Gunny on top, Jimmy called rock
I got on the block
Pretty lil thot, yeah
I'm just tryna get up in the spot
Trynna make it to the top who knows why stop right there
I got homies still out on the block don't care
Cancel your agenda this is not Cobert
I got my clover leaf, you kept the Jesus piece on
I will control your speed, flexin' like you get a respawn
Feel like Selena Johnson watching it all fall down, not fair
Runaway from Wisconsin,
Government watchin while they heart cold as the air
See all this new shit I cop by the pair
I'm tryna count it not conversate
I got a lot of things I gotta do while I'm here
Park my shit right by the pier
Come back, I put it in gear
Tell lil bro get on my time, I been the realest this year
Wisconsin's cold, Money old
I got soul, kitted to the toes
I'm talking cash shit, run up off a bag
Cold is in the air but my bitch be doin backflips
On the mattress, got it off on Saks 5th
If you blow it let me show it yeah you know it's always goin down
Rummy on Rock
Dummy on shots, I got all shots
Gunny on top, Jimmy called rock
I got on the block
Pretty lil thot, yeah
I'm just tryna get up in the spot
Trynna make it to the top who knows why stop right there
I got homies still out on the block don't care
Cancel your agenda this is not Cobert
I did a shoulder lean, I be off with your bitch
I just go hit the liq, I'm just gon' pull the stick
Talking that shit to me, nigga you're gonna be history
Fuckin' around with me, is you gon puff a pound with me?
Talking that shit, nigga I'm lit, blowing that piff
Yeah!
Hitting that chick, calling that bitch, catch me in VIP
Yeah!
I'm about to hop up in the whip right here
Hunnid thousand caps on my wrist right here
See me on tracks with the gift right here
With the chicks right here on her lips like
Yeah!
Credits
Writer(s): Micahel Anthony Jr Thomas, Erich Dyrell Jr Gillespie
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