RUMBLE RELOAD S2:EP2

[Intro: Brucka]
(Rumble Reload)
(Nah, I don't fuckin' tell)
Introducing to the ring
Fresh out of the hill
67 to the PO
(Ayy, wait a minute, Madara)
The hottest tag team microphone gladiators
We got packs and bells for cheap
We shoot niggas and we do it for free
Brucka and O Bandz
Free all the guys in HMP
(Shegy mixed it)

[Verse 1: Brucka]
Scream STK but they STD
They don't stab to kill, they're new to beef
It was self defence, they were five man deep
AD dished for A2 and DB
Next up in the streets, yes, that's we
Can't lack in this beef, could never be me
I'm chasin' M's, I'm talkin' millions
But they call us the murder team
Gone for a sec', but I'm back on my feet
Crashed off in the Raq, went back on repeat
No need to ask, we're the winnin' team
News report, no doubt it was we
Halloween day got turned to a meme
They think 'bout him, then they think 'bout we
Nothin' but frees and R.I.P.s
Get back if you scream CT

[Verse 2: O Bandz]
It's push to start for this SVR
But I can't touch this one without gloves
Forensic squad tryna get gang down
So the latex gloves, we ain't takin' it off
Bando settings, man's chasin' prof'
Man's dicin' grub and I'm gettin' it gone
Say that they on man but really they not
I just step with the SAs and tape it off
Popped up, like a notification
He weren't on point, so I turnt him patient
On the 7 lurkin' with my stainless
I caught Lil Dreadz and I made me a statement
I ain't got time for none of my paigons
Really us who's doin' these shavings
Big men get left on pavement
Two Tapp nearly got shot where his face is

[Reload]
(Rumble Reload)

[Verse 2: O Bandz]
Popped up, like a notification
He weren't on point, so I turnt him patient
On the 7 lurkin' with my stainless
I caught Lil Dreadz and I made me a statement
I ain't got time for none of my paigons
Really us who's doin' these shavings
Big men get left on pavement
Two Tapp nearly got shot where his face is

[Verse 3: Brucka]
JSav froze when he saw bro's blade
Froze, how the ting still managed to dash
I think he had a panic attack
He ran from the pump and he never looked back
N Max days, that was Lambeth maps
They know 'bout me in the Trey Way flats
Picked up a man's bitch on Wandsworth Road
But you already know all I talk is facts

[Verse 4: O Bandz]
I done it on foot, I done it on bike, I done it on car, I done it on pushy
Man, I ain't no rookie
I was fifteen tryna turn suttin cookie
Claimin' the S, you must wan' get stretched
Have you ever seen a dot dot hit man's chest?
You can't sleep [?] locked in
Hospital settings, now they're lookin' all stressed
The ding dong come automatic
I'm on the wheel, I might bag us a hat-trick
Put him on the bonnet and give him a splashin'
The jakes got most of my G's on the landin'
I still pull up on Croy' on a random
Or I might switch it and fling it to Lambeth
They don't come to the hill, they're lyin'
Someone, tell Tapeoff man stop wildin'

[Verse 5: Brucka]
They got teeth in the mash but it gets abandoned
If it's Stab To Kill, then I must be mandem
They post throwbacks but it can't bring gangdem
Couldn't get them put the rain on Lambeth
They couldn't get us, so they doin' up randoms
Opp thots wan' fuck with the gangdem
Far from gay but I don't fuck skankers
Free all the mandem

[Verse 6: O Bandz]
If there's opps on the block, let's go, let's go, let's go
If I say it again, man's leavin' bro
Man's 4DC, it's the life I chose
Foot on the gas, I can't lose control
Don't take that left off London Road
We post up in cars with smoke
Don't lack on your block cah we turn shit ghost

[Verse 7: Brucka]
Me and bro, that's a fooball match
Got slimed out couldn't get his football back
Yeah, I'm stuck in the trap
Might grip me a lick and flex with the cash
Age fifteen slangin' crack to cats
I got stuck on tag
From young my intent was racks
Till now man the opps are brass

[Outro]
(Rumble Reload)
(Nah, I don't fuckin' tell)
(ShegySounds)
(Ayy, wait a minute, Madara)