[Intro: Rowdy Rebel]
Phew (Damn, MAX, this one's too hard, haha)
Phew, phew, phew, grr, huh
Phew, glah (Huh), bah, huh
Ayy, look (Ayy)
[Chorus: Rowdy Rebel]
Put on for my block every time my lil' niggas need me (Need me)
Diamonds dancing on my wrist, that shit looking like C. Breezy (That shit looking like C. Breezy)
I can get him killed without lifting a finger, that shit easy (That shit easy)
We don't shut our eyes (Glah), we walk niggas down (Baow, baow) and do niggas greasy (Ayy)
[Verse 1: Rowdy Rebel]
Real street nigga, if I don't make it in rap, I know how to hustle (Hustle)
I used to flip packs (Ayy), I used to move the work up in the duffle (Duffel)
Now I'm livin' out my dreams (For real) and my pinky ring looking like a puddle (A puddle, uh, ayy)
Rich nigga make the bitch eat the dick (Ayy, ayy) and tell her I don't wanna cuddle, ayy (Wha)
I been locked down so many years, sometimes I don't got no patience (Woo)
I been trappin' so damn hard, sometimes I need vacations (Ayy)
My lil bro wanna slide sometimes (Skrrt), but that nigga on probation (Skrrt-skrrt)
I got shooters on standby (Gang), I can put them in rotation (Grrt)
Nigga, I could roll with killers, I seen friends slime they friends out (Ayy)
Thought he was your mans, you got them bands, he ain't your mans now (he ain't your mans now)
Find out where he hide them racks, then later he got fanned down (That boy got fanned out)
Drop a hundred on him, that's the only way he'll stand down (Ayy, come here)
Phew (Damn, MAX, this one's too hard, haha)
Phew, phew, phew, grr, huh
Phew, glah (Huh), bah, huh
Ayy, look (Ayy)
[Chorus: Rowdy Rebel]
Put on for my block every time my lil' niggas need me (Need me)
Diamonds dancing on my wrist, that shit looking like C. Breezy (That shit looking like C. Breezy)
I can get him killed without lifting a finger, that shit easy (That shit easy)
We don't shut our eyes (Glah), we walk niggas down (Baow, baow) and do niggas greasy (Ayy)
[Verse 1: Rowdy Rebel]
Real street nigga, if I don't make it in rap, I know how to hustle (Hustle)
I used to flip packs (Ayy), I used to move the work up in the duffle (Duffel)
Now I'm livin' out my dreams (For real) and my pinky ring looking like a puddle (A puddle, uh, ayy)
Rich nigga make the bitch eat the dick (Ayy, ayy) and tell her I don't wanna cuddle, ayy (Wha)
I been locked down so many years, sometimes I don't got no patience (Woo)
I been trappin' so damn hard, sometimes I need vacations (Ayy)
My lil bro wanna slide sometimes (Skrrt), but that nigga on probation (Skrrt-skrrt)
I got shooters on standby (Gang), I can put them in rotation (Grrt)
Nigga, I could roll with killers, I seen friends slime they friends out (Ayy)
Thought he was your mans, you got them bands, he ain't your mans now (he ain't your mans now)
Find out where he hide them racks, then later he got fanned down (That boy got fanned out)
Drop a hundred on him, that's the only way he'll stand down (Ayy, come here)
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