Dead Body Pressa (Ft. Rowdy Rebel)

[Intro: Rowdy Rebel]
Grrt-the, boom
(M-M-M-Money Musik)
Grrah-grrah (Pressa)
Wassa, uh
Started with nothin' but turned into somethin'
Got in my bag and got out my feelin's
(Money done geeked on this motherfucker)
Who want smoke? We bringin' that pressure
We won't speak, won't do nothin' extra

[Chorus: Rowdy Rebel]
Who want smoke with young Rowdy and Pressa?
The motherfuckin' steppers, let's talk 'bout it (Come on)
Please watch your step when you close to this motherfuckin' street 'cause I'm pushin' a big body (Get the fuck on)
I keep on smokin' these packs on packs, I'm fallin' asleep off of dead bodies (What)
I cannot trust anybody, I gotta move closer, he probably a fed' body (Ha, ha)

[Verse 1: Rowdy Rebel]
On a yacht, private party with killers (Come on)
Now my bank account more than six figures (Shmoney)
Like, you look at we one of the littest (Gang)
And my city be one of the biggest (Gang)
I get money and handle my business (Huh?)
I stay focused and stay out my feelin's (Come on)
No it ain't hard, it was easy
I buss up this molly with Fiji
Like, brodie called GG (See us)
And tell her come through the whole gang, uh (Pull up right now)
Then I'ma bust on her, freaky (Ha)
I cannot wait to go get it and I threw the gang on my back
Yes I did
She cannot wait to come get it
Now why she keep comin' back? Yes she is
Huh