Remble - Audible lyrics

[Intro] (JR, this beat really slap, bro) [Verse 1: Remble] I don't think you can get your point across with a high point He thought it was a game, so I left him then put a price on him If you can't see when you bust at night, then go put a light on 'em Close relationships with the bosses, I'm writing kites to 'em It's been real, don't get involved if you ain't gonna die for it Take this, I brought some hollow tips for your homeboy Fourth and long, either you punt or you're gonna go for it My shooter look in his eyes, he don't got no morals Smith & Wesson SD40, that's when he show boats Your brother died and you're gonna post it, but never go for 'em He popped it to me, now I'ma set 'em up with a GoFundMe These b*tches steady hittin' my phone like they never ghosted me You got booked and sang to the police like you were Jodeci I tried to act like they weren't snakey, but they kept showin' me Me and B.A. jumped on a flight and they weren't boarding me I got booked and they started laughing, they were enjoying it [Bridge: Remble & B.A.] Me and B.A. jumped on a flight and they weren't boarding me I got booked and they started laughing, they were enjoying it Wait for it, wait for it (It's Remble) [Chorus: Remble] I don't think you have any money and we should talk about it Remble walked outside of the room and they started talkin' 'bout him I can't help that I clutch the burner when I have arguments Think about it, you'd have your life if you wasn't poppin' it True Religion's been out of style, but you're still shopping there You shouldn't check the car for the burner because it's not in there I'm watching you, I see that you're buddy-buddy with officers I'm off of you, I calling another play with an audible [Verse 2: B.A. & Remble] I'm out of here, chasin' a bag and there is no stoppin' me A Glock 26 in my pocket, it ain't no robbin' me My girl told me when she got with me she hit the lottery My cuzzo put the bag on his head and I took it off of him Remble's walking in with the Smith and now it's a robbery I tried to stall him out with this burner, but it was calling me Don't talk to me, you can't have it back and there's no apology It's over now, I'm leaving the party and no one's stopping me Can't lie, bird got up on me, I got 'em off of me Stop the car off of [?] and then I was parking it I've been dropping bags all day and it is costing me b*tches always on my pants, just take 'em off of me It's not rocket science little buddy, I failed biology This is not a ghost little buddy, so stop trying me I make it look good for the music, but I'm grimey You're reminding me of a Jenner and not Kylie Billy was a father to me, I'm not Miley Why do you keep popping into me? You're non violent If you think that you can compete, it's Budweiser If you think you're earning your wings, you're Buzz Lightyear [Chorus: Remble] I don't think you have any money and we should talk about it Remble walked outside of the room and they started talkin' 'bout him I can't help that I clutch the burner when I have arguments Think about it, you'd have your life if you wasn't poppin' it True Religion's been out of style, but you're still shopping there You shouldn't check the car for the burner because it's not in there I'm watching you, I see that you're buddy-buddy with officers I'm off of you, I calling another play with an audible