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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rowdy Rebel
Rowdy Rebel
Performer
NAV
NAV
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chad Marshall
Chad Marshall
Composer
Andrew Kenneth Franklin
Andrew Kenneth Franklin
Composer
Navraj Singh Goraya
Navraj Singh Goraya
Composer
AMIR ESMAILIAN
AMIR ESMAILIAN
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pro Logic
Pro Logic
Mixing Engineer
Andrew Kenneth Franklin
Andrew Kenneth Franklin
Engineer
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Uh, grr, ayy, come on Ah, boom, ayy, come on Ayo, NAV, what's up, bro? (Back in my zone, you lil' pussy niggas) Uh-uh (gang, brr) Back in my zone and I'm focused (uh-huh) Please don't start no commotion (nah) Y'all playin', we uppin', we throwin' (we throwin') Ain't gotta think twice, I'm blowin' (bow-bow-bow-bow-bow, grr) Me and NAV on a mission to get to the cash, all my money growin' I done touched down and I ran up a bag so fast like I'm Jesse Owens (Owens) I got your bitch and she ho-in' (she hoe-in') Chain my neck, that shit glowin' (shit glowin') Ice on my wrist, that shit frozen (that shit frozen) Straight to the top, where we goin'? (Where we goin'?) I'm fresh out the can and bustin' up Xans That's why I'm movin' in slow motion (slow motion) I bust a dance to hold up my pants To make sure my Glock ain't showin' Gotta drop on an opp, where is he? (Where is he?) Slide in that corner, get busy (get busy) Look at my chain, shit get frisky I'm rockin' Elliot diamonds, no kizzy (no cap) All my shooters givin' out head taps I ain't goin' inside no club with no blicky (that's facts) Got your girl backstage at my show And I signed three letters on her titty (that's "NAV") GS9, XO, pushin' your wig back 4-5-6, get a head crack Drivin' inside the foreign Watch everybody move every time I back, back Most of these people gon' fold under pressure Your big homie turned to a rat, rat (rat) Gettin' free bands, I'm gettin' to the guap Like Tarantino, I got racks, racks (racks) Two-tone dollar, got a two-tone Glock Got a yellow-bone bitch with a two-door drop Do it for the thrill, my shooters do drill In a Hellcat and they get away from the cops Run into me, I'm a rebel like Rowdy When I'm in my city, I feel like John Gotti Put some respect on my body So much money, think I joined 'Luminati (yeah) Back in my zone and I'm focused (uh-huh) Please don't start no commotion (nah) Y'all playin', we uppin', we throwin' (we throwin') Ain't gotta think twice, I'm blowin' (bow-bow-bow-bow-bow, grr) Me and NAV on a mission to get to the cash, all my money growin' I done touched down and I ran up a bag so fast like I'm Jesse Owens (Owens) I got your bitch and she ho-in' (she hoe-in') Chain my neck, that shit glowin' (shit glowin') Ice on my wrist, that shit frozen (that shit frozen) Straight to the top, where we goin'? (Where we goin'?) I'm fresh out the can and bustin' up Xans That's why I'm movin' in slow motion (slow motion) I bust a dance to hold up my pants To make sure my Glock ain't showin' I'm off the Addy, I'm geekin' (I'm geekin') I'm in the spot, I'm tweakin' (I'm tweakin') We might just up for no reason (no reason) All of my diamonds is freezin' (freezin') All of my diamonds from Eric the Jeweler, he make my shit cooler My diamonds is wet like a sewer I told him to bust up my shooters 'Cause all of my shooters, they gon' take care of the mula (woo) Slide through your block with a MAC (with a MAC) I ain't talkin' 'bout no sleeze (no sleeze) I'm talkin' 'bout this .30, attached (attached) Check this MAC, I got in the V (woah) I'm in the back of the Bach with a MAC I'm tryna clear off the scene (off the scene) I got my bitch in the car, she drivin' She ain't gon' tell what she see (see, woah) I make her bust off a Perc' (off a Perc') Then make her get down on her knees (on her knees) I put my Glock in her purse (her purse) 'Cause it show in my Amiri jeans (jeans) I got a bitch that's a nurse (a nurse) She always take care of my needs (my needs) All of my hot boys on go (on go) They all gon' put on for the team (for the team) Bet you they cover they mouth (they mouth) They ain't gon' talk or speak (shh) They gon' just drip when they walk (they walk) And run up that shmoney machine Back in my zone and I'm focused (uh-huh) Please don't start no commotion (nah) Y'all playin', we uppin', we throwin' (we throwin') Ain't gotta think twice, I'm blowin' (bow-bow-bow-bow-bow, grr) Me and NAV on a mission to get to the cash, all my money growin' I done touched down and I ran up a bag so fast like I'm Jesse Owens (Owens) I got your bitch and she ho-in' (she hoe-in') Chain my neck, that shit glowin' (shit glowin') Ice on my wrist, that shit frozen (that shit frozen) Straight to the top, where we goin'? (Where we goin'?) I'm fresh out the can and bustin' up Xans That's why I'm movin' in slow motion (slow motion) I bust a dance to hold up my pants To make sure my Glock ain't showin' (huh?)
Writer(s): Andrew Kenneth Franklin, Amir Esmailian, Navraj Goraya, Chad Marshall Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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