Came and Saw (feat. Rowdy Rebel)

Wheezy outta here Huh Come on Wait, huh Uh Chorus: Rowdy Rebel I do this shit with no pressure No pressure Run up the back ends and put up the extra You cannot step with the steppers Steppers You can't put dirt on a nigga that's clean You cannot run up and check us Check us I'm with the slime, my twin, he bleed Got twenty-five shooters in a Sprinter Grrra Brought brand new TECs, big Glocks and beams I could make a movie, make a scene Yeah I put the Glock on repeat Yeah Only Amiri the jeans Yeah It hurt my Glock when I lean Oh yeah Come here, lil' bitch, don't talk Don't talk Come here, lil' bitch, don't speak Don't speak Look at my drip when I walk Walk Slimey like Thugger and Wheez', uh Verse 1: Rowdy Rebel I left that bitch in the bed, then jumped in the 'Rari, then hopped in these streets Skrrt I'm on my way to the stu', I'm geekin' off meds like who wanna lean Huh Lil' nigga get to the breesh The breesh Can't fuck with that bitch 'cause she treesh She treesh In three weeks we took back the streets Fuck all the opps and police Verse 2: Young Thug Slime, yeah, yeah Woo, yeah Stop, yeah Spider Yeah Huh, yeah Yeah, yeah Slime, yeah Bentley ashtray and it's just for the guts Uh Don't you try cum in it slut Uh, uh, uh I put a four in a A and a W and I've been sippin' on suds Uh, uh, uh All three of my Carti's got ice on the bezels Yeah Shit came from the trenches Woo You speak on my name and it came with the pressure And what We started destruction Yeah I flew the bitch in way out from Australia Yeah, the global express On God I told the lil' nigga don't come with them messages, 'cause we kill the messenger Huh My bitch got the Drac' with the beam Huh, huh Four-hundred K large on her rings That's right Half a mil', don't you tell what you seen Huh, huh I'ma boss up the street, ho, you shittin' me How your jet land at John F. Kennedy Shmoney It's a sixteen passenger genie Yeah Hold it down with this ho, bro, you're killing me Shawty belong to the street-neet-neets Woah We gonna make us a scene I send my dawg, check out the scene Woah I can't even hide from the ho All of this motherfuckin' ice on my ring Woah Don't get beside yourself When you see king, pussy ho speak Uh I rock designer belts Not neither one of them wrestling things Chorus: Rowdy Rebel I do this shit with no pressure No pressure Run up the back ends and put up the extra You cannot step with the steppers Steppers You can't put dirt on a nigga that's clean You cannot run up and check us Check us I'm with the slime, my twin, he bleed Got twenty-five shooters in a Sprinter Grrra Brought brand new TECs, big Glocks and beams I could make a movie, make a scene Yeah I put the Glock on repeat Yeah Only Amiri the jeans Yeah It hurt my Glock when I lean Oh yeah Come here, lil' bitch, don't talk Don't talk Come here, lil' bitch, don't speak Don't speak Look at my drip when I walk Walk Slimey like Thugger and Wheez', uh Outro: Future Wheezy outta here