Rich Amiri - Rowdy lyrics
Rich Amiri [Amiri Dexter Chase] Boston/Randolph, Massachusetts, U.S 🇺🇸
[Rich Amiri - Rowdy lyrics]
Woah, woah (Bop, bop, bop, bop) skrrt
Prada outdated, I want some Louis, Chanel
Plug just hit me, right on my cell
I sent a pack through the mail
Off of this Hemi, movin' slow like a snail
I bet you never could tell
Toting a semi, toolie might send
You to hell, chopper, it's ringing your bell
Yeah, yeah, I guess that you out of luck
Feds they watchin' my page, said, "Fuck
It, " and block 'em, no
I do not give a fuck
I went to LA and got me a couple of thousand
You know I'm runnin' it up
Went to the Bean, pull up on
Your block and get rowdy
You know I'm fuckin' it up
They say that these niggas nowadays
Be never on nothin'
They nevеr ran into to us
I'm gettin' money, yeah, I'm gеttin'
Paid, boy, trust me
You know I ran to the bucks
I hit that boy and I rob
That lil' boy and his cousin
Fuckin' your family up
Rappers, they watchin' the swag
They be stealin' the
Sauce, that boy a fan of me, yeah
That boy a fan of me, yeah, I
Got a Glock for the enemy, yeah
Got Percs, like ten a piece
They got me movin' like centipede
Countin' the green, countin' the cash
Pockets on celery (What?)
You talkin' bad, I'm on your ass
I'm finna let it squeeze, yeah
Prada outdated, I want some Louis, Chanel
Plug just hit me, right on my cell
I sent a pack through the mail
Off of this Hemi, movin' slow like a snail
I bet you never could tell
Toting a semi, toolie might send
You to hell, chopper, it's ringing your bell
Yeah, yeah, I guess that you out of luck
Feds they watchin' my page, said, "Fuck
It, " and block 'em, no
I do not give a fuck
I went to LA and got me a couple of thousand
You know I'm runnin' it up
Went to the Bean, pull up on
Your block and get rowdy
You know I'm fuckin' it up
You know I'm fuckin' it up
Prada outdated, I want some Louis, Chanel
Plug just hit me, right on my cell
I sent a pack through the mail
Off of this Hemi, movin' slow like a snail
I bet you never could tell
Toting a semi, toolie might send
You to hell, chopper, it's ringing your bell
Yeah, yeah, I guess that you out of luck
Feds they watchin' my page, said, "Fuck
It, " and block 'em, no
I do not give a fuck
I went to LA and got me a couple of thousand
You know I'm runnin' it up
Went to the Bean, pull up on
Your block and get rowdy
You know I'm fuckin' it up
They say that these niggas nowadays
Be never on nothin'
They nevеr ran into to us
I'm gettin' money, yeah, I'm gеttin'
Paid, boy, trust me
You know I ran to the bucks
I hit that boy and I rob
That lil' boy and his cousin
Fuckin' your family up
Rappers, they watchin' the swag
They be stealin' the
Sauce, that boy a fan of me, yeah
That boy a fan of me, yeah, I
Got a Glock for the enemy, yeah
Got Percs, like ten a piece
They got me movin' like centipede
Countin' the green, countin' the cash
Pockets on celery (What?)
You talkin' bad, I'm on your ass
I'm finna let it squeeze, yeah
Prada outdated, I want some Louis, Chanel
Plug just hit me, right on my cell
I sent a pack through the mail
Off of this Hemi, movin' slow like a snail
I bet you never could tell
Toting a semi, toolie might send
You to hell, chopper, it's ringing your bell
Yeah, yeah, I guess that you out of luck
Feds they watchin' my page, said, "Fuck
It, " and block 'em, no
I do not give a fuck
I went to LA and got me a couple of thousand
You know I'm runnin' it up
Went to the Bean, pull up on
Your block and get rowdy
You know I'm fuckin' it up
You know I'm fuckin' it up