[Intro: Rowdy Rebel]
(Come on, come on, come on, grrt)
Ayy, come on (Come on, boom, come on)
Ayy, ayo, NAV, what's up, bro?
(Back in my zone, you lil' pussy niggas)
Uh-uh (Gang, brr)
[Chorus: Rowdy Rebel]
Back in my zone and I'm focused (I'm focused)
Please don't start no commotion (Nah)
Y'all playin', we uppin', we throwin' (Boom-baow)
Ain't gotta think twice, I'm blowin' (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Me and NAV on a mission to get to the cash, all my money growin' (Yeah)
I done touched down and I ran up a bag so fast like I'm Jesse Owens (Huh?)
I got your bitch and she ho-in' (She ho-in')
Chain on my neck, that shit glowin' (That shit glowin')
Ice on my wrist, that shit frozen (That shit frozen)
Straight to the top, where we goin'? (Where we goin'?)
I'm fresh out the can and bustin' up Xan'
That's why I'm movin' in slow motion (Slow motion)
I bust a dance to hold up my pants
To make sure my Glock ain't showin' (Huh?)
[Verse 1: NAV]
Got a drop on an opp, where is he? (Where is he?)
Slide in that corner, get busy (Get busy, skrrt)
Look at my chain, she get frisky
I'm rockin' Elliot diamonds, no kizzy (No cap)
All my shooters givin' out head taps
I ain't goin' inside no club with no blicky (That's facts)
Got your girl backstage at my show
And I signed three letters on her titty (That's "NAV")
GS9, XO, pushin' your wig back
4-5-6, get a head crack (Crack)
Drivin' inside that foreign
Watch everybody move every time I back, back (Beep-beep)
Most of these people gon' fold under pressure
Your big homie turned into a rat, rat (Rat)
Gettin' free bands, I'm gettin' to the guap
Like Tarantino, I got rack racks (Racks)
Two-tone Dweller, got a two-tone Glock
Got a yellow-bone bitch with a two-door drop
Do it for the thrill, my shooters do a drill
In a Hellcat and they get away from the cops
Run into me, I'm a rebel like Rowdy
When I'm in my city, I feel like John Gotti
Put some respect on my body
So much money, think I joined 'Luminati (Yeah)
(Come on, come on, come on, grrt)
Ayy, come on (Come on, boom, come on)
Ayy, ayo, NAV, what's up, bro?
(Back in my zone, you lil' pussy niggas)
Uh-uh (Gang, brr)
[Chorus: Rowdy Rebel]
Back in my zone and I'm focused (I'm focused)
Please don't start no commotion (Nah)
Y'all playin', we uppin', we throwin' (Boom-baow)
Ain't gotta think twice, I'm blowin' (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Me and NAV on a mission to get to the cash, all my money growin' (Yeah)
I done touched down and I ran up a bag so fast like I'm Jesse Owens (Huh?)
I got your bitch and she ho-in' (She ho-in')
Chain on my neck, that shit glowin' (That shit glowin')
Ice on my wrist, that shit frozen (That shit frozen)
Straight to the top, where we goin'? (Where we goin'?)
I'm fresh out the can and bustin' up Xan'
That's why I'm movin' in slow motion (Slow motion)
I bust a dance to hold up my pants
To make sure my Glock ain't showin' (Huh?)
[Verse 1: NAV]
Got a drop on an opp, where is he? (Where is he?)
Slide in that corner, get busy (Get busy, skrrt)
Look at my chain, she get frisky
I'm rockin' Elliot diamonds, no kizzy (No cap)
All my shooters givin' out head taps
I ain't goin' inside no club with no blicky (That's facts)
Got your girl backstage at my show
And I signed three letters on her titty (That's "NAV")
GS9, XO, pushin' your wig back
4-5-6, get a head crack (Crack)
Drivin' inside that foreign
Watch everybody move every time I back, back (Beep-beep)
Most of these people gon' fold under pressure
Your big homie turned into a rat, rat (Rat)
Gettin' free bands, I'm gettin' to the guap
Like Tarantino, I got rack racks (Racks)
Two-tone Dweller, got a two-tone Glock
Got a yellow-bone bitch with a two-door drop
Do it for the thrill, my shooters do a drill
In a Hellcat and they get away from the cops
Run into me, I'm a rebel like Rowdy
When I'm in my city, I feel like John Gotti
Put some respect on my body
So much money, think I joined 'Luminati (Yeah)
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