[Intro: Rowdy Rebel & Future]
(Wheezy outta here)
Huh? Come on
Wait, huh? Uh
[Chorus: Rowdy Rebel]
I do this sh*t 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 ni**a 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' b*tch, don't talk (Don't talk)
Come here, lil' b*tch, 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 b*tch in the back, then jumped in a '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' ni**a get to the breesh (The breesh)
Can't fu*k with that b*tch 'cause she treesh (She treesh)
In three weeks we took back the streets
fu*k 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 s*ut (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)
sh*t 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 b*tch in way out from Australia (Yeah), the global express (On God)
I told the lil' ni**a don't come with them messages, 'cause we kill the messenger (Huh)
My b*tch 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 sh*ttin' 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 motherfu*kin' 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 sh*t 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 ni**a 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' b*tch, don't talk (Don't talk)
Come here, lil' b*tch, 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)