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Rowdy Rebel

Chad Marshall (born November 24, 1991), known professionally as Rowdy Rebel, is an American rapper from Brooklyn who is signed to GS9 and Epic Records. He is a member of the Brooklyn-based GS9 crew alongside fellow rapper, Bobby Shmurda. Rowdy Rebel appeared in Shmurda's video for "Hot Nigga" and has been featured on an official remix of the song alongside Fabolous, Chris Brown, Busta Rhymes, Jadakiss, and Yo Gotti. more »

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(Yoz, what you tellin' me?)
(Ay, ay, grrah) ay

I used to pull up on niggas on site (site)
We used to pull up on niggas on bikes (we did)
Crossed them, fifty seconds at the light (skrrt)
Spark 'em, Kwendo, tell that boy to bring a knife (boom, boom, boom)
Ain't no problems that we can't handle
Niggas is mad, I'm hardly polite (polite)
Put on the mask and jump in the ride (skrrt)
Push on the gas to push through the light

Niggas is mad I call niggas pussy (ay)
If you feel a way then niggas is butt (oh, yeah)
Nigga, I'm probably up North, off the coast, yeah (ay)
If I ain't over there then I'm on the run
Niggas is mad I pull niggas cards
'Cause niggas ain't spinning, let's keep it a buck (ay, ay)
All my real niggas from the floss (skrrt)
That's out here spinning, they know what's up (ay)

Check I'm figgie, ay
Check my posture (ay, check my posture)
Ay, check my bop, that bitch could tell 'em that we nada, ay
We different breeds, we from the North, we don't do bot-ups, ay
Ay, check the news, that boy got hit up out his Pradas, ay

Man, it's the woppers (wop)
And we back on his ass
I don't care what he jack, I don't care what he front
Man, if they got a problem then they get no pass
Actin' like y'all ain't know bout gang
Like, we'll make niggas crash
I was thinking 'bout hits that we did in the past
I hopped out this bitch broad day with no mask (broad day, no mask)
I send a bitch to reel him in (a bitch to reel him in)
I'm with the killers, get him in (I'm with the killers)
Any minute now, I'm waiting for a pin
Gotta pray to the Lord before I sin
I just came back home off of ten
Leave that whole block vacant, where they went?
Shots going through his windows, through his tints
Let 'em know I'm on go if they spin (ay)

Check I'm figgie, ay
Check my posture (ay, check my posture)
Ay, check my bop, that bitch could tell 'em that we nada, ay
We different breeds, we from the North, we don't do bot-ups, ay
Ay, check the news, that boy got hit up out his Pradas, ay

Check I'm figgie, ay
Check my posture (ay, check my posture)
Ay, check my bop, that bitch could tell 'em that we nada, ay
We different breeds, we from the North, we don't do bot-ups, ay (we don't do)
Ay, check the news, that boy got hit up out his Pradas, ay (Fivi)
(Grrt, go) yeah, look

And I stopped mentioning niggas in songs 'cause I got too rich
'Cause I got too, what? ('Cause I got)
F*ck it, I'm back on my shit
Since you ain't been New York in the minute
I look at the swipy nigga as a gimmick
Nigga on live lying, stop pretendin'
I won't even shoot you, nigga, we can get it (Fivi)
I won't even tell 'em what happened with me and Sosa, ran that nigga to CVS
When I left he was out cold
I don't know if that nigga start breathing yet (baow)
I seen a friend turn into a opp
I seen a opp talking to the cops
Niggas be scared going to the rock
The nigga keep tweeting, put 'em in a box (brrt, baow)
I really run on a drill (drill)
Fumbling (fumbling), had the steel (had the steel)
Face hot (face hot), did it still (baow)
Way before I thought I would get a deal (baow)
I never ran from an L seven
Every time I got locked up, I was still repping
Boy, I need respect and real credit
Nigga, keep it a buck, I'm still different (ay, baow)

Check I'm figgie, ay
Check my posture (ay, check my posture)
Ay, check my bop, that bitch could tell 'em that we nada, ay
We different breeds, we from the North, we don't do bot-ups, ay
Ay, check the news, that boy got hit up out his Pradas, ay (baow)

Check I'm figgie, ay
Check my posture (ay, check my posture)
Ay, check my bop, that bitch could tell 'em that we nada, ay
We different breeds, we from the North, we don't do bot-ups, ay
Ay, check the news, that boy got hit up out his Pradas, ay (grrah)

(Every city, every side, they never come outside)
(We post our kids, we post the party, we post a fight, we post everything, nigga)
(We ain't seen niggas in four years)
(Grrt, baow)

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