Remble - Never Tell Freestyle lyrics

[Verse] Have you ever made a promise to never tell? Have you ever ran a fade in the county jail? Sittin' in the cell, half a million dollar bail Know you gon' prevail but they got you in the shelf It's Remble I guess it's time for me to rap again Freestyle over the phone, got b*tches tappin' in Sneak dissin', got me clutching on my strap again Please don't get me suitin' up in all black again All types of "free me"s, I'm in high demand These boys living fairytales, you ni**as Petеr Pan Aye bro, that's your enemy, why you ain't fight thе man? You just told the hold dorm that is was on sight with him (Run that sh*t up, Robbie, ayy) Remble cold, all these b*tches want some pipe from him (Ayy) Got to squabble, don't no ni**a wanna fight from him (Ayy) If I lose, I guarantee I'll take his life from him (Ayy) On the street, I shoot guns, I can't fight for sh*t (Ayy) Why you wanna fight me? You should fight your b*tch You mad at the next ni**a cause she liked the dick You better watch who you pressin', you might get hit I don't wanna fade no more, you could fight the stick This ni**a want a fade, I don't do no tapers I just blew his mind, thought it was a no brainer Man I swear these ni**as broke, they don't get no paper I ran it up by myself, I ain't get no favors Sit on the bench and watch me ball like you supposed to Stop actin' tough up on the gram 'fore I expose you These four-five shells and nine shells will dome you These b*tches thinkin' that I want them, I just want cooch b*tch, the only women that I love is my fu*kin' mama Only b*tch put money on my books was Latashiana Keep a rocket in my pocket, any ni**a want the drama Any problems, here my Nina, up and politely solve 'em They don't know who killed that man, I'm the one who shot him (Ayy) Where's the gun that you used? Bikini Bottom (Ayy) They don't know who stripped that boy, I'm the one who robbed him (Ayy) The four-five had him running, I'm the one who caught him (Ayy) I'm the reason certain ni**as is breathin' still I'm in the hood or at my granny's, I'm a easy kill I do the killin' when I'm sober, I don't need a pill You ni**as ain't livin' like that, let's just keep it real I got a four-five Smith, ain't talkin' Will Banana clip on the chop got ni**as peeled All my opps that's alive, they live in fear All these hollow tips and nines, they end careers Play that Remble in your car, his sh*t be knockin' He keep his foot on ni**as knecks, he's Derek Chauvin I am not these other ni**as, I'm really poppin' Popped a ni**a in the store and continued shoppin' (It's Remble)