Funkmaster Flex, Rowdy Rebel - Re Route lyrics
Chad Marshall [East Flatbush, Brooklyn. USA.] - GS9 -
[Funkmaster Flex, Rowdy Rebel - Re Route lyrics]
Ain't with the funny shit
Load up a hundred clip
You already know who I'm comin' with
(Who you wit'?) if it's lit, then it's lit
Y'all know how we get
We drop shit for the fuck of it
(How you get?)
If he make a mistake and move wrong
With no hesitation, Monte uppin' it (Boom)
If it's 10K on this nigga head
Fuck that, we gon' double it (Ha)
I went the wrong way
(What?) , I had to reroute (Skrrt)
These is bloody shoes
(What?) , I'll let it bleed out
If she can't get away from her nigga
(You tell her)
I tell her sneak out (What you did?)
Then I put 'em on molly and Xans
(What you gotta?) , I gotta geek now
Middle fingers to the opps, they
Know how we rock, it ain't no options
(Baow, baow, baow, baow)
RIP to Pop Smoke, if we find out who did it
Y'all know we gon' pop them
Red beam, 30, shot 'em, drop 'em
I'm just bein' honest
Ayy, yo, DWade, you got 'em?
(D, I got 'em, nigga) , well
Mission accomplished (Baow)
Back to this rap shit, back to the topic
Count up the profit (Huh?)
I pull up with a bad bitch
(Skrrt) , by the end of the night
We gettin' it poppin' (Woo)
Speak about rap shit, I hear all the hate
Hear all the gossip
But I promised Boobie I'ma chill, for real
So don't let me break that promise
(Gang, gang)
Everything litty, everything digital
Put that on God (Nigga, that's on the stars)
When I'm back in the city I'm
Mixing Givenchy with Christian Dior
(Nigga, know what you start)
And these hoes tryna get me
They lookin' for comments like Lira Galore
(Lira Galore) i'm back in my city
I hopped out of prison and
Jumped on the Forbes
Bust down what? Bust down this
Big drip what? Big drip this
15K for my motherfuckin' fit
(Grrt, grrt) , keep twenty-two shots in
My motherfuckin' stick (Baow, baow, baow
Baow)
I'm back in my bag, sachet (In my bag)
Don't get me mad, fache (Don't get me mad)
Bitch, I'm a Suvi, I make a movie
(Bitch, I'm a what?)
Right in front your Barclay (Like, woo)
Don't let me up it and leave it stuck
(Don't let me, don't let me
Don't let me, baow, baow, baow)
Pardon me
Don't let me up it and leave it stuck
(Don't let me, don't let me, grraow, baow
Grraow) pardon me
I'm back in my bag, sachet (In my bag)
Don't get me mad, fache (Don't get me mad)
Bitch, I'm a Suvi, I make a movie
(Bitch, I'm a what?)
Right in front your Barclay (Like, woo)
Don't let me up it and leave it stuck
(Don't let me, don't let me
Don't let me, baow, baow, baow)
Pardon me
Don't let me up it and leave it stuck
(Don't let me, don't let me, baow, baow
Baow) pardon me
Load up a hundred clip
You already know who I'm comin' with
(Who you wit'?) if it's lit, then it's lit
Y'all know how we get
We drop shit for the fuck of it
(How you get?)
If he make a mistake and move wrong
With no hesitation, Monte uppin' it (Boom)
If it's 10K on this nigga head
Fuck that, we gon' double it (Ha)
I went the wrong way
(What?) , I had to reroute (Skrrt)
These is bloody shoes
(What?) , I'll let it bleed out
If she can't get away from her nigga
(You tell her)
I tell her sneak out (What you did?)
Then I put 'em on molly and Xans
(What you gotta?) , I gotta geek now
Middle fingers to the opps, they
Know how we rock, it ain't no options
(Baow, baow, baow, baow)
RIP to Pop Smoke, if we find out who did it
Y'all know we gon' pop them
Red beam, 30, shot 'em, drop 'em
I'm just bein' honest
Ayy, yo, DWade, you got 'em?
(D, I got 'em, nigga) , well
Mission accomplished (Baow)
Back to this rap shit, back to the topic
Count up the profit (Huh?)
I pull up with a bad bitch
(Skrrt) , by the end of the night
We gettin' it poppin' (Woo)
Speak about rap shit, I hear all the hate
Hear all the gossip
But I promised Boobie I'ma chill, for real
So don't let me break that promise
(Gang, gang)
Everything litty, everything digital
Put that on God (Nigga, that's on the stars)
When I'm back in the city I'm
Mixing Givenchy with Christian Dior
(Nigga, know what you start)
And these hoes tryna get me
They lookin' for comments like Lira Galore
(Lira Galore) i'm back in my city
I hopped out of prison and
Jumped on the Forbes
Bust down what? Bust down this
Big drip what? Big drip this
15K for my motherfuckin' fit
(Grrt, grrt) , keep twenty-two shots in
My motherfuckin' stick (Baow, baow, baow
Baow)
I'm back in my bag, sachet (In my bag)
Don't get me mad, fache (Don't get me mad)
Bitch, I'm a Suvi, I make a movie
(Bitch, I'm a what?)
Right in front your Barclay (Like, woo)
Don't let me up it and leave it stuck
(Don't let me, don't let me
Don't let me, baow, baow, baow)
Pardon me
Don't let me up it and leave it stuck
(Don't let me, don't let me, grraow, baow
Grraow) pardon me
I'm back in my bag, sachet (In my bag)
Don't get me mad, fache (Don't get me mad)
Bitch, I'm a Suvi, I make a movie
(Bitch, I'm a what?)
Right in front your Barclay (Like, woo)
Don't let me up it and leave it stuck
(Don't let me, don't let me
Don't let me, baow, baow, baow)
Pardon me
Don't let me up it and leave it stuck
(Don't let me, don't let me, baow, baow
Baow) pardon me