Computers

Computers - Rowdy Rebel/Bobby Shmurda

Written by：Chad Marshall/Christopher Baskin/Ackquille Pollard

All these social networks and these computers

Got these niggas walking round like they some shooters

See them in real life they trying to bust maneuvers

Like p**sy talk that same sh*t from your computer

Just picked the cash up they had the boy medula

Call up my broski Gene like call up the jeweler

I just spent some cash on a pinky ring

Just made some brand new shmoney what the f**k you think

And b**ch I'm heading to your city

Just to clap up all them bitis

Me and JJ went from 50

Filled up the gas tank it was empty

We heading out to Philly

Smoking Fronto b**ch no Phillies

I got racks all in my Billies

Shout out to Slice that's my Billy

For Kokane Shyste I'm getting trippy

Right to the other side with my guys and get busy

I'm shooting up the streets not the gym

I'm shooting at these suckers not the rim

2pac above the rim

Put two shots in his chin

Ran down he jumped the fence

I ran down in my Timbs

Saw the p**sy through the tints

I was in that boy Memph Benz

With some sh*t that extend

Put two shots in his friends

For Kokane Shyste I go in

For Shyste I go in

Free my dogs out the pen

They shooting sh*t Jeremy Lin

RIP that boy French

He still in Vegas with my friends

Buying out the bar still going in

Flying down a mother f**king strip

And I got court on the fifth

Tell the DA suck a dick not coming in

Gingerbread b**ch

On the road headed to that bread b**ch

Brand new shmoney

B**ch I just got some brand new shmoney

So you wanna talk sh*t and run your mouth

You wanna see my black a** right in front your house

With some Shmurdas and the flag wrapped around my mouth

I ain't come to talk I came to bang it out

Just called them thangs up they begging

Bro don't shoot him

But once he disrespect it's like I gotta do him

I just spent some cash on a 40 Glock

And my ni**a Killa ran through like 40 Glocks

And I'm headed to your block

Just to unload all these Glocks

My AR hold 30 shots

That's word to Kane that's word to Hot

B**ch I'm hated by many

So I gots to keep the semi

For Kokane we pour out Henny

Cause for Kokane we done shot plenty

I should say sorry to Ms Penny

She caught me broad day in the street shooting Jimmies

I'm running niggas down in they jewels

I'm sliding over cars while I shoot

I think that I'm Tom Cruise

But b**ch I'm Bobby with that tool

I got that bow run up on him act a fool

Make sure I hit you you and you

Got the drop I let Monte loose

That's man downs in front the school

And we still trapping like some fools

B**ch I been trapping out since elementary school

Told my teacher suck a dick I'm selling food

I told my teacher suck a dick I'm selling food

And free my daddy out the You-Know

He killed sh*t b**ch grab a tombstone

RIP my ni**a Pluto

He still in Vegas with the bros

Loading up that thing still smoking d**e

Wilding on the mother f**king road

And I got court on the fourth

Told the DA lick my balls not getting caught

Gingerbread bruh

On the road smoking hella d**e bro

I just got a brand new burner

I just got a brand new burner

Shmurda