Xavier Wulf, Chris Travis - Rumble Room lyrics

I know plenty shit but I don't never talk
Tell that bitch I'm not her ride
She gon' have to walk
I'mma get away, mane I can't get caught
I'mma fuck her face then mark her off
I know all these niggas wanna knock me off
I ain't even hit the top and
All they do is talk
I don't need direction nor
Your train of thought
All it take is seconds for
Chris Travis to spark
All it take is seconds just to take her heart
It don't take that much just to turn you off
Bitch I'm causing havoc you
Just jump through crowds
I can't see nobody as I look around
Looking at me neck really make her smile
Deposit checks really make me smile
Come and get this sex have her running wild
Boy I'm so Memphis and I'm granny's child

I will never resist
I pull up I'm pissed, I'm talking shit
Hand me off his clique
Watch me cut him off in swiftness
I trust no hoe for shit
She on Twitter cyber sucking dick
Aye all we make is hit's
We got signatures on blueprints
I hit'em with the Iceman
Put'em in the Iceland
Swear to God I'mma tell ya this
I don't give a fuck about
You niggas talking down
Or your lame ass hoe ass ugly ass diss
Pull up on me I'mma show you
How a Memphis nigga do it
Now his ass pulling off without shit
I'd rather you dead nigga just remember this
I'm smoking my weed while I
Diss a nigga's bitch pussy