Dead Body

[Intro: Rowdy Rebel]
Grrt-the, boom
(M-M-M-Money Musik)
Grrah-grrah (Pressa)
Wassa, uh
Started with nothin but turned into somethin
Got in my bag and got out my feelins
(Money done beat that mother****er)
Who want smoke? We bringin that pressure
We wont speak, wont do nothin extra
[Chorus: Rowdy Rebel]
Who want smoke with young Rowdy and Pressa?
The mother****in steppers, lets talk bout it (Come on)
Please watch your step when you close to this mother****in street cause Im pushin a big body (Get the **** on)
I keep on smokin these packs on packs, Im fallin asleep off of dead bodies (What)
I cannot trust anybody, I gotta move closer, he probably a fed body (Ha, ha)
[Verse 1: Rowdy Rebel]
On a yacht, private party with killers (Come on)
Now my bank account more than six figures (Shmoney)
Like, you look at we one of the littest (Gang)
And my city be one of the biggest (Gang)
I get money and handle my business (Huh?)
I stay focused and stay out my feelins (Come on)
No it aint hard, it was easy
I buss up this molly with Fiji
Like, brodie called GG (See us)
And tell her come through the whole gang, uh (Pull up right now)
Then Ima bust on her, freaky (Ha)
I cannot wait to go get it and I threw the gang on my back
Yes I did
She cannot wait to come get it
Now why she keep comin back? Yes she is
Huh
[Chorus: Rowdy Rebel]
Who want smoke with young Rowdy and Pressa?
The mother****in steppers, lets talk bout it
Please watch your step when you close to this mother****in street cause Im pushin a big body
I keep on smokin these packs on packs, Im fallin asleep off of dead bodies
I cannot trust anybody, I gotta move closer, he probably a fed body
Who want smoke with young Rowdy and Pressa?
The mother** **in steppers, lets talk bout it
Please watch your step when you close to this mother****in street cause Im pushin a big body
I keep on smokin these packs on packs, Im fallin asleep off of dead bodies
I cannot trust anybody, I gotta move closer, he probably a fed body
[Verse 2: Pressa]
If we spin around on your block, lil nigga, dont play
You know thats a dead body
I fell asleep on a dead body
These bullets, they goin for everybody
I fell in love with the typical, she dont know what they say about me (Yeah)
I feel like the feds on me (Huh)
I feel like a rebel, Rowdy (Racks)
All for the gang, three ****in letters
We only ask, we aint gon let up (Nah)
Crodie got life, he on a letter (Letter)
He aint receivin his letters (Nah)
Big 40 Glock, this no Beretta (Yeah)
We get the drop then we off to get him (Gang, gang)
We dig him up, we get the shovel (Shovel)
I fell in love with the barrel, uh
The plug, he dont call me no more, why ?
Probably hit him for more
We had to kick in the door
I fell in love with the bullshit
Most my niggas round me kill shit, dont condonin hoe shit
Buy two bricks
I fetch you one, you should just come buy four bricks
Im in the cut, Im wit Sos (Sa)
We send it up to Detroit, uh
Im in the club with my pole (What)
And I aint your typical guy (Nah)
[Chorus: Rowdy Rebel]
Who want smoke with young Rowdy and Pressa?
The mother****in steppers, lets talk bout it
Please watch your step when you close to this mother****in street cause Im pushin a big body
I keep on smokin these packs on packs, Im fallin asleep off of dead bodies
I cannot trust anybody, I gotta move closer, he probably a fed body
Who want smoke with young Rowdy and Pressa?
The mother****in steppers, lets talk bout it
Please watch your step when you close to this mother****in street cause Im pushin a big body
I keep on smokin these packs on packs, Im fallin asleep off of dead bodies
I cannot trust anybody, I gotta move Kosher, he probably a fed body