Rowdy Rebel - Posture (feat. Fivio Foreign, Fetty Luciano) lyrics
Chad Marshall [East Flatbush, Brooklyn. USA.] - GS9 -
Fivio Foreign [Maxie Lee Ryles III] Brooklyn, New York. U.S. 🇺🇸
Fetty Luciano
[Rowdy Rebel - Posture feat. Fivio Foreign, Fetty Luciano lyrics]
Wah wah (Yoz, what you tellin' me?) wah
Ayy, ayy, ayy
I used to pull up on niggas on sight (Sight)
We used to pull up on niggas on bikes
(Hey, come here) clarkson, 52nd at the light
Spark 'em, Kwendo, tell that boy goodnight
(Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Ain't no problems that we can't handle
Niggas is mad, I'm hardly polite (Polite)
Put on a mask, then jump in a riot
Push on the gas, then push on the light (Ayy)
Niggas is mad I call niggas pussy (Ayy)
If you feel a way, then niggas is butt
(Stupid)
Nigga, I'm probably 95th and Clarkson
If I ain't over there, I'm on The Rutt
(Nigga, that's no way)
Nigg is mad I pull niggas cards
'cause niggas ain't spinnin'
Let's keep it a buck
All my real niggas from the
Floss that's out here spinnin'
They know what's up
Now check my figgie, ayy, check my posture
Ayy, check my bop, that bitch gon'
Tell 'em that we nada, ayy
We different breeds, we from the
9, we don't do bot-ups, ayy
Ayy, check the news, that boy got
Hit up off his Prada's, ayy (Ayy)
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 niggas crash
Talk about hit's that we did in the past
I hop out this bitch broad day with no mask
I send a shooter and I'm
In, I'm with the killers, 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
Now check my figgie, ayy, check my posture
Ayy, check my bop, that bitch gon'
Tell 'em that we nada, ayy
We different breeds, we from the
9, 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 bitch 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)
Had to stop mentionin' niggas in songs
'cause I got too rich ('Cause, I got too
'cause I got too) Fuck it I'm back on my shit
(Baow) 22 ain't been New York in a minute
I look at the swipey nigga as a gimmick
That niggas on Live, lyin', stop pretendin'
I won't even shoot you, nigga, we can get it
(Pussy) i won't even tell 'em what happened
When me and Sosa ran that nigga to CVS
When I left, he was out cold
I don't know if that
Nigga start breathin' yet (Baow)
I've seen a friend turn into an opp
I've seen an opp talkin' to the cops
Niggas is scared goin' to the rock
You nigga keep tweetin', put him in a box
(Grr, baow) i really went on a drill (Drill)
Ebbets Field, 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
Nigga, keep it a buck, I'm built different
(Baow)
Now check my figgie, ayy, check my posture
Ayy, check my bop, that bitch gon'
Tell 'em that we nada, ayy
We different breeds, we from the
9, 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 bitch 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, ayy, ayy
I used to pull up on niggas on sight (Sight)
We used to pull up on niggas on bikes
(Hey, come here) clarkson, 52nd at the light
Spark 'em, Kwendo, tell that boy goodnight
(Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Ain't no problems that we can't handle
Niggas is mad, I'm hardly polite (Polite)
Put on a mask, then jump in a riot
Push on the gas, then push on the light (Ayy)
Niggas is mad I call niggas pussy (Ayy)
If you feel a way, then niggas is butt
(Stupid)
Nigga, I'm probably 95th and Clarkson
If I ain't over there, I'm on The Rutt
(Nigga, that's no way)
Nigg is mad I pull niggas cards
'cause niggas ain't spinnin'
Let's keep it a buck
All my real niggas from the
Floss that's out here spinnin'
They know what's up
Now check my figgie, ayy, check my posture
Ayy, check my bop, that bitch gon'
Tell 'em that we nada, ayy
We different breeds, we from the
9, we don't do bot-ups, ayy
Ayy, check the news, that boy got
Hit up off his Prada's, ayy (Ayy)
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 niggas crash
Talk about hit's that we did in the past
I hop out this bitch broad day with no mask
I send a shooter and I'm
In, I'm with the killers, 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
Now check my figgie, ayy, check my posture
Ayy, check my bop, that bitch gon'
Tell 'em that we nada, ayy
We different breeds, we from the
9, 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 bitch 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)
Had to stop mentionin' niggas in songs
'cause I got too rich ('Cause, I got too
'cause I got too) Fuck it I'm back on my shit
(Baow) 22 ain't been New York in a minute
I look at the swipey nigga as a gimmick
That niggas on Live, lyin', stop pretendin'
I won't even shoot you, nigga, we can get it
(Pussy) i won't even tell 'em what happened
When me and Sosa ran that nigga to CVS
When I left, he was out cold
I don't know if that
Nigga start breathin' yet (Baow)
I've seen a friend turn into an opp
I've seen an opp talkin' to the cops
Niggas is scared goin' to the rock
You nigga keep tweetin', put him in a box
(Grr, baow) i really went on a drill (Drill)
Ebbets Field, 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
Nigga, keep it a buck, I'm built different
(Baow)
Now check my figgie, ayy, check my posture
Ayy, check my bop, that bitch gon'
Tell 'em that we nada, ayy
We different breeds, we from the
9, 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 bitch 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