Ruth's Chris Freestyle
Remble Lyrics


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New bitches when I drop a new song
Ruth's Chris after the homies drop a new opp (well done, fellas)
New sticks for you if you want to pop off
I got a Ruger, nigga, we ain't finna boo-bop (I don't fight)
If I see a enemy, then it's a shootout
You can throw your best punch but it's best you don't (let's be smart)
You pull up looking for trouble, you get what you want
I know some niggas that will but I know you won't
I know some niggas that kill but I know you don't
I used to be in the field like I was Chris Jones
I could boss up your life but it'll take a second
I could put you on shit that you ain't been on
I could put you on whips that you ain't been in (something new)
I could take you on rides you couldn't get on (come with me)
I was always the odd one, I didn't fit in (paid it off)
Now all the niggas that bled me, I'm finna shit on
If I told you anything, just know I really meant it
I wanna rap about passing but it's just been a minute
I wanna rap 'bout nine 'cause I ain't really did it
I tried to tell you my story but you ain't really listen
The only time you was cookin' was when you in the kitchen
I was cookin' up everywhere tryna make the chicken
My mama told me, "watch the snakes," I didn't pay attention (I should've listened)
I had to pay the consequences because they fuckin' bit me, oh
And don't play with Remble because he got a gun (smart)
And don't play with Smokey because he got a semi
If we bounce out with choppas, I know they better run (get outta here, get outta here)
'Cause we don't stop shooting until our clips are empty

Niggas silly, pull up and drop 'em to make 'em really feel me
Caught a body, I was just praying and hoping God forgive me
Plenty killings, bodies on bodies, they killin' plenty niggas
Flip a nigga, make 'em feel sorry for even dealing with us
Free the real (Keep the rest), until them niggas free
Niggas really walking around with thoughts of killing me
Forgive 'em God, for they not know I keep my blick on me
Don't go nowhere without my pole, they can't get shit for free
Ayy, keep that shit in drive, don't even park the car
Ayy, Remble he trippin', he goin' bar for bar
And they know I'ma finish so they don't even start
And we came a long way from running fades at the park
Bitch, pull up with Glocks with long extensions on 'em
Yeah, hop out on opps and slaughter your opponent
Yeah, said you was a gangster and now you gotta show it
Yeah, one opp on burner and now you gotta blow it
No cap, it's Remble, but that's beside the point
Ray Charles and Stevie Wonder, can't see I'm a joint (shit)
Bitch, I'm with my best friends (they not tough)
XDs, Glocks, big mops, Deagles, and FNs

Shit, that's a stick on me
He used to walk you to the park, we finna get on him
Don't give a fuck if that's your big homie
Get extra points if you knockdown to somebody
Niggas talking 'bout they want me, nigga, come find me
How we just left a nigga block? Left him dumbfounded
Lights flashing everywhere, yeah go 'round me
We pulled up at his momma's house 'cause he's a homebody
How we just did him was just stupid
Slammed a nigga then went partying at Ruth's Chris
Ku Klux, hang a pussy nigga doing too much
All that dick riding you doing, need a new butt
Fuck all that at-ing me on Twitter, come out and shoot some
Niggas woofing, I love to drop a new opp
Catch him walking to his car, did him like 2Pac
I hang out with real killers, that's what you not
I'm tryna stuff hundreds of thousands up in shoe boxes
Stinc Team don't like it, what you gon' do about it?
Bitch, I beat life twice, I'ma two-timer, shoe shiner
Flick of the wrist, look I bought new diamonds
My lil' nigga wanna whack you, I got his shoe size
Tryna reach for my pieces, nigga, is you high?




With my record, I could never go to Dubai
He's never coming back and that's that, I said it two times, ooh

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Remble's song Ruth's Chris Freestyle describe the rapper's life experiences and the violent gang culture of which he is involved in. He raps about the expensive lifestyle that comes with his newfound fame and success, such as eating at high-end restaurants like Ruth's Chris Steakhouse. He also talks about the dangers of his lifestyle and how he must be equipped with weapons whenever he goes out. Remble boasts about his ability to defend himself, and his willingness to engage in shootouts with enemies. He also talks about his past life in the streets, where he had to work hard to make a living.


However, Remble also acknowledges the consequences of his actions and the danger he puts himself in. He mentions his regret for some of the things he has done, such as taking someone's life and getting bitten by snakes. He also gives warnings to others not to mess with him because he is dangerous and has a gun. He ends the song by boasting about his accomplishments and how he is not afraid of anyone who comes after him.


Overall, the lyrics of Ruth's Chris Freestyle paint a picture of a violent and dangerous world that Remble inhabits, fraught with danger and the constant threat of violence.




Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Written by: Eunique Remble, Darrell Caldwell

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@ishmael4546

Remble don’t kill opps he just simply removes the handgun from his trousers and relieves the opposing forces of their mortality

@kevintate7718

Lmao smooth asf

@jordanmal5005

😂😂😂😂

@Dlo831SC

My guy 💪🏽🤣🤣

@yndencho1158

No cap👌🏾💯🤣🤣😭

@jayisblind

so funny 😐😐😐

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@DeeTried

The West is just different with this music shit. No other coast can make smooth gangsta shit like this 💯

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Ong 💯

@xaviercutty1742

GangLAnd sliding 💯💯

@real1693

Yup Cali home of G shit that be on some cold shit

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