Rubber Hand Grip
Roc Marciano, The Alchemist
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Check my levels Levels is good? Uh Uh-huh, Pump with the rubber hand grip, uh, what? You don't know who you playin' with Yeah, Pimpstead, nigga If it's trouble then we shootin' it's troubleshooting We shootin' up but we ain't struggling with drug use Throwin' all these subs what that make you subhuman? This is music for sub-machine gun users (Uh) Speeding in the BMW, lookin' unassuming (Uh) Just me and my Uzi, we lookin' like a couple spooning (mmm) Enough with the canoodling, blow your noodles on your beautiful drip This is Hoorsenbuhs, you should google it My love language is another matrix Screw your baby mother like some Cartier love bracelets Hermes blankets, that's a blanket statement Need more than handkerchief 'cause we covering all the bases Might yank you out the whip, strip you naked (get over here) Niggas comparing MJ to "Weird Al" Yankovic (huh?) It's a bitch ain't it? (bitch, ain't it?) When the love always outweigh the negative (it do) I'm on the edge, I'm at the ledge of the clip Break your neck like a breadstick Forever devilish, don't you ever forget How the AK-47 kick like an elephant Knock a fella off the edge of the fence Don't take offence if it's a brick of cocaine We hid in the Mercedes-Benz Baby, that's for my lady friends, who's taking it for a spin? (Who do you know who would do some shit like that?) Uh, spin Pump with the rubber hand grip, uh You don't know who you playin' with (say it with-) Pump with the rubber hand grip Say, say it with me, you don't know who you playin' with Break it down Uh, uh-huh, yeah, uh Pump with the rubber hand grip (yeah) Look, soon as the drama came afoot you was shot in the foot Throw a couple at your knot like you playing shot put Three-hundred rounds pop your hood, look like you were shot by an octopus Book your watch, you got everything inside your pocket took The cops was shook We even took what you hide in your lady pocketbook (get that) Okay, it's time to cook It look like we threw lava on your designer goods (tssss) Ask the Doc' how it look, said, "it's not good" Shoulda just left the body to rot in the woods Tryna be Hollywood, forgot they even knocked out Suge The Witch made the magic wand out of Hollywood Gotta' keep a shotty' nearby where you potty or do karate good If not, then you should not be in the hood (go) F*ck an oppie, I will take you to blood (blood) (What? No love, no motherfuckin' love, nigga) Seems to have had a genuine scientific curiosity He was eager to show this very unusual pace But some of his colleagues were critical That is was not appropriate to show someone Who was essentially in their terms a "freak" Rather than someone who was acutely ill
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