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Wheezy outta here
Huh Come on
Wait, huh Uh

Chorus: Rowdy Rebel
I do this shit with no pressure No pressure
Run up the back ends and put up the extra
You cannot step with the steppers Steppers
You can't put dirt on a nigga that's clean
You cannot run up and check us Check us
I'm with the slime, my twin, he bleed
Got twenty-five shooters in a Sprinter Grrra
Brought brand new TECs, big Glocks and beams
I could make a movie, make a scene Yeah
I put the Glock on repeat Yeah
Only Amiri the jeans Yeah
It hurt my Glock when I lean Oh yeah
Come here, lil' bitch, don't talk Don't talk
Come here, lil' bitch, don't speak Don't speak
Look at my drip when I walk Walk
Slimey like Thugger and Wheez', uh

Verse 1: Rowdy Rebel
I left that bitch in the bed, then jumped in the 'Rari, then hopped in these streets Skrrt
I'm on my way to the stu', I'm geekin' off meds like who wanna lean Huh
Lil' nigga get to the breesh The breesh
Can't fuck with that bitch 'cause she treesh She treesh
In three weeks we took back the streets
Fuck all the opps and police

Verse 2: Young Thug
Slime, yeah, yeah Woo, yeah Stop, yeah Spider
Yeah Huh, yeah Yeah, yeah Slime, yeah
Bentley ashtray and it's just for the guts Uh
Don't you try cum in it slut Uh, uh, uh
I put a four in a A and a W and I've been sippin' on suds Uh, uh, uh
All three of my Carti's got ice on the bezels Yeah
Shit came from the trenches Woo
You speak on my name and it came with the pressure And what We started destruction Yeah
I flew the bitch in way out from Australia Yeah, the global express On God
I told the lil' nigga don't come with them messages, 'cause we kill the messenger Huh
My bitch got the Drac' with the beam Huh, huh
Four-hundred K large on her rings That's right
Half a mil', don't you tell what you seen Huh, huh
I'ma boss up the street, ho, you shittin' me
How your jet land at John F. Kennedy Shmoney
It's a sixteen passenger genie Yeah
Hold it down with this ho, bro, you're killing me
Shawty belong to the street-neet-neets Woah
We gonna make us a scene
I send my dawg, check out the scene Woah
I can't even hide from the ho
All of this motherfuckin' ice on my ring Woah
Don't get beside yourself
When you see king, pussy ho speak Uh
I rock designer belts
Not neither one of them wrestling things

Chorus: Rowdy Rebel
I do this shit with no pressure No pressure
Run up the back ends and put up the extra
You cannot step with the steppers Steppers
You can't put dirt on a nigga that's clean
You cannot run up and check us Check us
I'm with the slime, my twin, he bleed
Got twenty-five shooters in a Sprinter Grrra
Brought brand new TECs, big Glocks and beams
I could make a movie, make a scene Yeah
I put the Glock on repeat Yeah
Only Amiri the jeans Yeah
It hurt my Glock when I lean Oh yeah
Come here, lil' bitch, don't talk Don't talk
Come here, lil' bitch, don't speak Don't speak
Look at my drip when I walk Walk
Slimey like Thugger and Wheez', uh

Outro: Future
Wheezy outta here