[Rowdy Rebel & Future] (Wheezy outta here) Huh? Come on Wait, huh? Uh
[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
[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
[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
[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