Posture

Lyrics

[Intro: Rowdy Rebel] Wah Wah (Yoz, what you tellin' me?) Wah Ayy, ayy, ayy [Verse 1: Rowdy Rebel] 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 [Chorus: Rowdy Rebel & Fetty Luciano] 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) [Verse 2: Fetty Luciano] 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 hits 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 [Chorus: Rowdy Rebel & Fivio Foreign] 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) [Verse 3: Fivio Foreign] 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) [Chorus: Rowdy Rebel] 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