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rowdy rebel, fetty luciano & fivio foreign - posture lyrics

[intro: rowdy rebel]
(yoz, what you tellin’ ’em?)
ayy, ayy
ayy

[verse 1: rowdy rebel]
i used to pull up on n+ggas on sight
we used to pull up on n+ggas on bikes
[?] ’em, fifty suckin’ at the lights
spark ’em, kwendo, tell that boy your knife (boom, boom, boom)
ain’t no problems that we can’t handle, it’s mad, i’m hardly polite
put on a mask, then jump on the right
push on the gas and push on the light (ayy)
it’s mad i caught n+ggas here, if you from the way, them n+ggas bite
i’m probably on [?], if i ain’t over there, i’m on the right
it’s mad i put down cars, ’cause sh+t they spinnin’, let’s keep it a buck
all my real n+ggas from the floss that’s out here spinnin’, they know what’s up

[chorus: rowdy rebel & fetty luciano]
now check my figgie, ayy, check my posture
ayy, check my bop, that b+tch gon’ tell ’em that we nada, ayy
we different breeds, we from the north, we don’t do bot+ups, ayy
ayy, check the news, that boy got hit up off his prada’s, ayy (ayy)

[verse 2: fetty luciano]
man, it’s the robbers, and we back on the the yacht
i don’t care what he jack, i don’t care what he front
man, if they got a problem, then they got no packs
actin’ like y’all don’t know about gang
like, real man n+ggas crash
talk about hits that we did in the past
i hop out this b+tch broad day with no mask
i send a shooter and i’m in, i’m with the k!llers, get ’em in
any minute now, waitin’ for a pen, gotta pray to the lord before i sin
i just came back home, off a temp
leave that whole block thinkin’ “where they went?”
shots goin’ through his window, through his tish
let ’em know i’m on go if they split
[chorus: rowdy rebel & fivio foreign]
now check my figgie, ayy, check my posture
ayy, check my bop, that b+tch gon’ tell ’em that we nada, ayy
we different breeds, we from the north, we don’t do bot+ups, ayy
ayy, check the news, that boy got hit up off his prada’s, ayy
check my figgie, ayy, check my posture
ayy, check my bop, that b+tch gon’ tell ’em that we nada, ayy
we different breeds, we from the north, we don’t do bot+ups, ayy (we don’t do bot+ups, fivi’)
ayy, check the news, that boy got hit up off his prada’s, ayy (grr, yeah, look)

[verse 3: fivio foreign]
had to stop mentionin’ n+ggas in songs, ’cause i got too rich
(’cause i got too, ’cause i got too) now i’m back on my sh+t (baow)
you still ain’t been new york in a minute
i look at the swiper, [?] gimmick
on live, lyin’, stop pretendin’
i won’t even shoot you, n+gga, we can get it (baow)
i won’t even tell ’em what happened
when me and sosa ran that n+gga to cvs
when i left, he was out cold
i don’t know if that n+gga start breathin’ yet (baow)
i’ve seen a friend turn into an opp
i’ve seen an opp talkin’ to the cops
n+ggas is scared goin’ to the rock
keep tweetin’, put him in a box (grr, baow)
i really went on a drill (drill)
[?], had to steal (had to steal)
face hot (face hot), fifty still (baow)
way before i thought i’d get a deal (baow)
i never ran from a l7
every time i got locked, i was still reppin’
boy, i need the respect, the real credit
keep it a buck, i’m built different
[chorus: rowdy rebel]
now check my figgie, ayy, check my posture
ayy, check my bop, that b+tch gon’ tell ’em that we nada, ayy
we different breeds, we from the north, we don’t do bot+ups, ayy
ayy, check the news, that boy got hit up off his prada’s, ayy
check my figgie, ayy, check my posture
ayy, check my bop, that b+tch gon’ tell ’em that we nada, ayy
we different breeds, we from the north, we don’t do bot+ups, ayy
ayy, check the news, that boy got hit up off his prada’s, ayy

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