Came and Saw (feat. Rowdy Rebel) (Explicit)

Came and Saw (feat. Rowdy Rebel) (Explicit) - Young Stoner Life/Young Thug/Rowdy Rebel

Wheezy outta here

Huh come on

Wait huh uh

I do this s**t 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 n***a 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' b***h don't talk don't talk

Come here lil' b***h don't speak don't speak

Look at my drip when I walk walk

Slimey like thugger and wheez' uh

I left that b***h 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' n***a get to the breesh

The breesh

Can't f**k with that b***h

'Cause she treesh she treesh

In three weeks we took back the streets

F**k all the opps and police

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

S**t 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 b***h in way out from Australia yeah

The global express on God

I told the lil' n***a don't come with them messages

'Cause we kill the messenger huh

My b***h 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 motherf**kin' ice on my ring woah

Don't get beside yourself

When you see king p***y ho speak uh

I rock designer belts

Not neither one of them wrestling things

I do this s**t 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 n***a 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' b***h don't talk don't talk

Come here lil' b***h don't speak don't speak

Look at my drip when I walk walk

Slimey like thugger and wheez'

Thugger and wheez'

Wheezy outta here