Dead Body (feat. Rowdy Rebel)

(Money Musik)

Wassa, uh

Started with nothin' but turned into somethin'

Got in my bag and got out my feelings

(Money done beat that motherfucker)

Who want smoke? We bringin' that pressure

We don't speak, won't do nothin' extra

Who want smoke with young Rowdy and Pressa?

The motherfuckin' steppers, let's talk 'bout it (Come on)

Please watch your step when you close to this motherfuckin' street 'cause I'm pushin' a big body (Get the fuck on)

I keep on smokin' these packs on packs, I'm fallin' asleep off of dead bodies (What)

I cannot trust anybody, I gotta move Kosher, he probably a fed body

On a yacht, private party with killers (Come on)

Now my bank account more than six figures (Shmoney)

Like, you look at we one of the littest (Gang)

And my city be one of the biggest (Gang)

I get money and handle my business (Huh?)

I stay focused and stay out my feelings (Come on)

No, it ain't hard, it was easy

I buss up this molly Fiji, like, "Brodie, call GG" (See us)

And tell 'em come through the whole gang, uh (Pull up right now)

Then I'ma bust her in figgy

I cannot wait to go get it and I threw the gang on my back

Yes, I did

She cannot wait to come get it

Now why she keep comin' back? Yes, she is

Huh

Who want smoke with young Rowdy and Pressa?

The motherfuckin' steppers, let's talk 'bout it

Please watch your step when you close to this motherfuckin' street 'cause I'm pushin' a big body

I keep on smokin' these packs on packs, I'm fallin' asleep off of dead bodies

I cannot trust anybody, I gotta move Kosher, he probably a fed body

Who want smoke with young Rowdy and Pressa?

The motherfuckin' steppers, let's talk 'bout it

Please watch your step when you close to this motherfuckin' street 'cause I'm pushin' a big body

I keep on smokin' these packs on packs, I'm fallin' asleep off of dead bodies

I cannot trust anybody, I gotta move Kosher, he probably a fed body

If we spin around on your block, lil' ****, don't play

You know that's a dead body

I fell asleep on a dead body

These bullets, they goin' for everybody

I fell in love with the typical, she don't know what they say about me (Yeah)

I feel like the feds on me (Huh)

I feel like a rebel, Rowdy (Racks)

All for the gang, three fuckin' letters

We only ask, we ain't gon' let up (Nah)

Crodie got life, he on a letter (Letter)

He ain't receivin' his letters

Big 40 Glock, this no Beretta (Yeah)

We get the drop then we off to get him (Gang, gang)

We dig him up, we get the shovel (Shovel)

I fell in love with the barrel, uh

The plug, he don't call me no mor,e why?

Probably hit him for more

We had to kick in the door

I fell in love with the bowl, shit

Most my **** 'round me kill shit, don't condonin' hoe shit

Bought two bricks, I fetch you one, you should just come buy four bricks

I'm in the cut, I'm with Sos'('Sa)

We send it up to Detroit, uh

I'm in the club with my pole (What?)

And I ain't your typical guy (Nah)

Who want smoke with young Rowdy and Pressa?

The motherfuckin' steppers, let's talk 'bout it

Please watch your step when you close to this motherfuckin' street 'cause I'm pushin' a big body

I keep on smokin' these packs on packs, I'm fallin' asleep off of dead bodies

I cannot trust anybody, I gotta move Kosher, he probably a fed body

Who want smoke with young Rowdy and Pressa?

The motherfuckin' steppers, let's talk 'bout it

Please watch your step when you close to this motherfuckin' street 'cause I'm pushin' a big body

I keep on smokin' these packs on packs, I'm fallin' asleep off of dead bodies

I cannot trust anybody, I gotta move Kosher, he probably a fed body