Rumble (feat. Jackson Wang & Lil Nei)

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Damn, daddy, this shit crank
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 I keep my energy calibrated
 Only show off so they know I made it
 All my diamonds elite, hydrated
 When I touch down, oh, they celebratin'
 I keep my energy calibrated
 Only show off so they know I made it
 All my diamonds elite, hydrated
 When I touch down, oh, they celebratin'
 I keep my energy calibrated
 Only show off so they know I made it
 All my diamonds elite, hydrated
 When I touch down, oh, they celebratin'
 I keep my energy calibrated
 Only show off so they know I made it
 All my diamonds elite, hydrated
 When I touch down, oh, they celebratin'
 Uh, touch down my grid on my shit, I got risk on my bones, huh
 This ain't a rental,
 I rap it like rentals, my mental make you watch your tone now
 Speaking of me,
 I got blood on my sneakers from runnin' the game too long, huh
 This ain't a thing that you fond of,
 Pussy niggas wanna play like Juwana
 Me and shorty might just bond up, huh
 That's the sound of the riot [?],
 Lift off (They be like, I be like, they be like, fuck it)
 I break shit then drift off (They be like, I be like)
 Look now I'm big dawg, back up,
 Let the fifth off (They be like, fuck it)
 Co-come and get drift off (They be like, I be like)
 [?] make 'em drop, do the criss-cross (They be like, fuck it)
 Shoot from the hip, though (They be like, I be like, ah)
 I keep my energy calibrated
 Only show off so they know I made it
 All my diamonds elite, hydrated
 When I touch down, oh, they celebratin'
 I keep my energy calibrated
 Only show off so they know I made it
 All my diamonds elite, hydrated
 When I touch down, oh, they celebratin'
 I keep my energy calibrated
 Only show off so they know I made it
 All my diamonds elite, hydrated
 When I touch down, oh, they celebratin'
 I keep my energy calibrated
 Only show off so they know I made it
 All my diamonds elite, hydrated
 When I touch down, oh, they celebratin'
 Jackson
 Get in, losers (Losers)
 I'll be flyin' (Flyin')
 On the longest (Longest)
 Bottles poppin' (Poppin')
 In the air (Air), huh
 Outfits with the made in China on them tags
 Team Wang on the beat, now bring them bags
 When I touch down, they gon' celebrate
 Feel the tide ba ba ba, triple eight
 Ta men shuo guo juede, wo bao bei
 我宝贝, double G's your fit (G's your fit)
 Play at The Forum, I know I'm the one (One)
 Giving respect to her, but I feel none (None)
 'Cause you need the booty bae, you rubber band (One)
 Journey to the West, I'm ready for the run (Bang)
 That's the sound of the riot [?],
 Lift off (They be like, I be like, they be like, fuck it)
 I break shit, then drift off (They be like, I be like)
 [?] now, pick them back up, let the fifth off (They be like, fuck it)
 Co-come and get drift off (They be like, I be like)
 [?] make 'em drop, do the criss-cross (They be like, fuck it)
 Shoot from the hip, though (They be like, I be like, ah!)
 

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Duration
03:11
Tempo
131 BPM

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