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[intro: rowdy rebel]
phew (d+mn, max, this one’s too hard, haha)
phew, phew, phew, grr, huh
phew, glah (huh), bah, huh
ayy, look (ayy)

[chorus: rowdy rebel]
put on for my block every time my lil’ n+ggas need me (need me)
diamonds dancing on my wrist, that sh+t looking like c. breezy (that sh+t looking like c. breezy)
i can get him k!lled without lifting a finger, that sh+t easy (that sh+t easy)
we don’t shut our eyes (glah), we walk n+ggas down (baow, baow) and do n+ggas greasy (ayy)

[verse 1: rowdy rebel]
real street n+gga, if i don’t make it in rap, i know how to hustle (hustle)
i used to flip packs (ayy), i used to move the work up in the duffle (duffel)
now i’m livin’ out my dreams (for real) and my pinky ring looking like a puddle (a puddle, uh, ayy)
rich n+gga make the b+tch eat the d+ck (ayy, ayy) and tell her i don’t wanna cuddle, ayy (wha)
i been locked down so many years, sometimes i don’t got no patience (woo)
i been trappin’ so d+mn hard, sometimes i need vacations (ayy)
my lil bro wanna slide sometimes (skrrt), but that n+gga on probation (skrrt+skrrt)
i got shooters on standby (gang), i can put them in rotation (grrt)
n+gga, i could roll with k!llers, i seen friends slime they friends out (ayy)
thought he was your mans, you got them bands, he ain’t your mans now (he ain’t your mans now)
find out where he hide them racks, then later he got fanned down (that boy got fanned out)
drop a hundred on him, that’s the only way he’ll stand down (ayy, come here)
[chorus: rowdy rebel & icewear vezzo]
put on for my block every time (ayy) my lil’ n+ggas need me (need me)
diamonds dancing on my wrist, that sh+t looking like c. breezy (that sh+t looking like c. breezy)
i can get him k!lled without lifting a finger, that sh+t easy (that sh+t easy)
we don’t shut our eyes (glah), we walk n+ggas down (baow, baow, phew, phew) and do n+ggas greasy (ayy)

[verse 2: icewear vezzo]
pop out in your hood and spin that whole b+tch ’til your block empty (fah, fah)
i’m with all the shooters and all the robbers, he got cops with him (b+tch)
hundred in that chop’, we shoot the glock until the shots empty (yeah)
i put forgios on my new cullinan and my drop bentley (forgi’)
shine with all the guys, if he ain’t gang, them n+ggas dead to me (yeah)
i could spend two racks and have lil’ cuz ‘nem come bring his head to me (for real)
i pour out my sprite without the can and throw the red in it (had to)
fell asleep from countin’, you know the trap house got a bed in it (woo)
sold a half a brick, that sh+t was short, i took a onion off
i can’t keep a plug, i don’t front no work ’cause i’m running off
i be iffy ’bout who i be servin’, n+ggas love to talk
bro just hit the l!cks with all blue beams and a ton of salt

[chorus: rowdy rebel]
put on for my block every time (ayy) my lil’ n+ggas need me (need me)
diamonds dancing on my wrist, that sh+t looking like c. breezy (that sh+t looking like c. breezy)
i can get him k!lled without lifting a finger, that sh+t easy (that sh+t easy)
we don’t shut our eyes (glah), we walk n+ggas down (baow, baow) and do n+ggas greasy (ayy)

- rowdy rebel lyrics

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