Текст песни Rebel - ydc.blvck

Boy I think you trouble
The glock finna send him to candy island like he captain knuckles
Get out of my bubble
They call me a ladder
Cuz I'm going up
And you not on my level
I think imma rebel
When I hold the glock
And I aim it
And empty a clip through ya pebble
Now I need a shovel
Cuz I gotta put the body in the ground
Let em soak with the devil
Get hot like a kettle
Pull up on that nigga
And he gonna run away just like a rebel
She just want a little
I gave her a lot and that bitch got to screaming her mf head off

No money I know that boy pockets hurting
Yea my glock be flirting
And I know I'm the greatest know that for certain
And I'm sippin bourbon
Put him on a skully
Like he Tim burton
Yea I'm see him lurking
On the picture perfect
See A nigga working
And his bitch be twerking
Off the lot I'm skirting
Finna close the curtain
Wrap him like a turban
Niggas acting urban
Cuz she rocking berkin

My bitch gotta big butt
Stuck I her throat man I made that bitch hiccup
Put him on the ground and make sure he don't get up
Shawty too ugly I can't even get up
Gotcha bitch on me she suck and she lick up
I'm tryna Scrooge man I feel like a rich duck
Know I stay posted and I keep the stick tuck
Ice on my wrist man I'm freezing wrist up

Boy I think you trouble
The glock finna send him to candy island like he captain knuckles
Get out of my bubble
They call me a ladder
Cuz I'm going up
And you not on my level
I think imma rebel
When I hold the glock
And I aim it
And empty a clip through ya pebble
Now I need a shovel
Cuz I gotta put the body in the ground
Let em soak with the devil
Get hot like a kettle
Pull up on that nigga
And he gonna run away just like a rebel
She just want a little
I gave her a lot and that bitch got to screaming her mf head off

Niggas got mad cuz I wanna get money now
Niggas they hate but I think that it's funny how
Got me some bitches and now my wrist is sunny no
Got me sum racks never feel like I'm running out
Blvck on the track
I made him double back
And now I'm gon attack
And shoot him in the back
Can't walk up in the trap
I'm running up the racks
I'm clutching on the Mac
She clutching on the sack
I never run it back
The heater in my lap
But I don't need the strap
We turn him to a pack
Don't cut a nigga slack
I'm getting back on track
I hit you with a bat
And take him off the map

Boy I think you trouble
The glock finna send him to candy island like he captain knuckles
Get out of my bubble
They call me a ladder
Cuz I'm going up
And you not on my level
I think imma rebel
When I hold the glock
And I aim it
And empty a clip through ya pebble
Now I need a shovel
Cuz I gotta put the body in the ground
Let em soak with the devil
Get hot like a kettle
Pull up on that nigga
And he gonna run away just like a rebel
She just want a little
I gave her a lot and that bitch got to screaming her mf head off