[Verse 1: Remble]
They hated on me, I didn't even have a penny
Made a promise, bet you not gon' see me when it's litty
Might not get me on the phone, but I send packages
Missing your call and Lord knows not by accident (Lord knows not by accident)
I just pray you overcome your challenges
Even though I know them crackers not compassionate
We got a bag to split, free my family, bitch
[Chorus: Remble]
Please don't make me have to get the Tec
Don't ever let me hear you diss the set, like
Don't let big brodie hear no disrespect
Alright, bro, you got a foot, but niggas talking out they neck
Speaking like you Tookie, but just smaller in the chest
On Crip, I'm not no rookie, I might squabble with the ref
And when we ooh-wee'd the scene, niggas left
On Grand Avenue
[Verse 2: Remble]
Don't be confused, grimey did what grimey had to do
On Grimey Ave, I don't got blicky then I'm stabbin' dude
We don't be dying, 'cause my grimey moving tactical
Might break the net, I'm talking longitude and latitude (I'm talking longitude and latitude)
I'm a trophy, don't give me no attitude (Don't give me no attitude)
You gotta know the real ones never get no gratitude (Real ones never get no gratitude)
[Chorus: Remble]
Please don't make me have to get the Tec
Don't ever let me hear you diss the set, like
Don't let big brodie hear no disrespect
Alright, bro, you got a foot, but niggas talking out they neck
Speaking like you Tookie, but just smaller in the chest
On Crip, I'm not no rookie, I might squabble with the ref
And when we ooh-wee'd the scene, niggas left
[Verse 3: BanditDaMack]
I'm tryna bounce-out in they section with this Tec and send a message
When we left, I yell out Mack, so they know it's me
It's a problem, then we gon' dead it, think my choppa got a fetish
Everytime it see the suckers, they be showing feet
My apologies, I ain't know that was your bitch, dawg
Had I known, then I probably wouldn't have hit raw
Beat his ass and take the chains up off his neck, and if they pop it on the 'net
Then we gon' boogie to they set and make a mess
On Mack Avenue
Don't be confused, Gunna did what Gunna had to do
A solid step of 25th, I tip my hat to dude
My ghetto bitch from Hemet, gon' cook and give me fellatio
My fine shit off the Dino, don't cook, she just give me attitude
One thing that Bandit ain't doing is going out sorry
Get up on 'em for some shit that happened back in summer
We got word that he finna throw him a house party
Now we waiting outside of it, nigga, Travis Hunter
Don't feel bad for leaving niggas in your rearview
If it was really meant to be, then they'd be here too
Hollows hit his stomach, he leaking from out his torso
Johnnies get behind me, I'm throwing Tesla in Sports Mode
Model X, better watch your head when the door close
[Chorus: Remble]
(Grand Avenue, on Grand Avenue)
Please don't make me have to get the Tec
Don't ever let me hear you diss the set, like
Don't let big brodie hear no disrespect
Alright, bro, you got a foot, but niggas talking out they neck
Speaking like you Tookie, but just smaller in the chest
On Crip, I'm not no rookie, I might squabble with the ref
And when we ooh-wee'd the scene, niggas left
On Grand Avenue
