Posture

Posture - Rowdy Rebel/Fetty Luciano/Fivio Foreign

Lyrics by：Chad Marshall/Maxie Ryles/Remy Marshall/Yosief Tafari/Sam Hurst

Wah

Wah

Yoz what you tellin' me

What you tellin' me

What you tellin' me

Tellin' me

Tellin' me

Tellin' me

Ayy

I used to pull up on on sight

We used to pull up on on bikes

Clarkson 52nd at the light

Spark 'em kwendo tell that boy goodnight

Ain't no problems that we can't handle

Is mad I'm hardly polite

Put on a mask then jump in a riot

Push on the gas then push on the light

Is mad I call

If you feel a way then is butt

I'm probably 95th and clarkson

If I ain't over there I'm on the rutt

That's no way

Is mad I pull cards

'Cause ain't spinnin'

Let's keep it a buck

All my real 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 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

Man it's the robbers

Waaa

And we back on 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 crash

Talk about hits that we did in the past

I hop out this 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 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 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 yeah look

Had to stop mentionin' in songs

'Cause I got too rich

'Cause I got too 'cause I got too

It I'm back on my baow

22 ain't been New York in a minute

I look at the swipey gimmick

That on live lyin' stop pretendin'

I won't even shoot you we can get it

I won't even tell 'em what happened

When me and sosa ran that to CVS

When I left he was out cold

I don't know if that start breathin' yet baow

I've seen a friend turn into an opp

I've seen an opp talkin' to the cops

Is scared goin' to the rock

You keep tweetin' put him in a box grr

I really went on a drill drill

If I won't lane

If I won't lane

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 baow

Now check my figgie

Ayy check my posture

Ayy check my bop

That 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 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

Ayyy

Every city every site and ever concise

Pull locations because we prolly post a fight

Post everything

Haven't seen in 4 years haha

Skrr pow

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