Lyrics of ' Rubber Hand Grip (feat. The Alchemist) ' by Roc Marciano

Check my levels
Levels is good? Uh
Uh-huh
Pump with the rubber hand grip, uh
What? You don't know who you playing 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 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 (mm)
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
Hermès blankets, that's a blanket statement
Need more than handkerchief 'cause we covering all the basics
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, was just taking it for a spin
Who do you know who would do some shit like that? (Spin)

Pump with the rubber hand grip (uh)
You don't know who you playin' with (say it with me)
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
Broke 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 (tss)
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 Holly wood
Gotta keep a shotty nearby where you potty or do karate good
If not, then you should not be in the hood (go!)
Fuck an oppie, I will take it in blood
Word, no love
No motherfuckin' love, nigga

It seems like sort of a general scientific curiosity
He was eager to show this very unusual pace
But some of his colleagues were critical of that
It was not appropriate to show someone who was essentially
Uh, in their terms, a freak
Uh, rather than someone who was acutely ill