Posture Lyrics – Rowdy Rebel, Fetty Luciano & Fivio Foreign
Singer: Rowdy Rebel, Fetty Luciano & Fivio Foreign
Title: Posture
Ayy, ayy
Ayy
I used to pull up on n#gg#s on sight
We used to pull up on n#gg#s 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#gg#s here, if you from the way, them n#gg#s 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#gg#s 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 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)
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#gg#s 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 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 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)
Had to stop mentionin’ n#gg#s in songs, ’cause i got too rich
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#gg#, we can get it (baow)
I won’t even tell ’em what happened
When me and sosa ran that n#gg# to cvs
When i left, he was out cold
I don’t know if that n#gg# start breathin’ yet (baow)
I’ve seen a friend turn into an opp
I’ve seen an opp talkin’ to the cops
n#gg#s 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
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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