Rebel Rousers

[Verse 1: Bodega Bamz] What the fuck, trying to conquer the world Two cuts in my eyebrow, wrap with the curls Still, niggas wanna second guess me Cut a snake off and they still test me Feel knife low, everybody check me European denim, still trying to guess me Levi with the feline, let me kick Like Fe Fi with the sea side, off the rip Deal drugs like Chinx (RIP) Two [?] vision (All I see) If I ain't let go of the record (Lease) If you see something on my waist (It's a piece!) Eighteen karat gold all in my teeth God-like flow, make a profit, Papi preach Eighteen karat gold all in my teeth God-like flow, make a profit, Papi preach [Verse 2: Kanary Black] For the team bust the whole clip Life a movie my nigga so learn the whole script Still make a killing with my old shit The hunger really got a nigga dealing on some dope shit Dope good, but the fiends still dope sick Hit the block, got the work, let it go quick I can tell you how to move and who to flow with There's only one rule nigga: don’t snitch I'm making the trappin' happen on magicJack Call Luka, make the tragic happen They treat me my respect man they gotta dap him A nigga flow once and y'all still jack him? Shit is out of hand like the rock slip Got the gun in hand, let it cock quick Hear your heart beating make it stop quick Pop shit, saying you the truth, but you not it [Verse 3: Bonnie B] Cold bitch, stepping with [?] bitch Nine millimeter make 'em wake up smell like Folgers Bullets hotter than a mug, got you like explosives Now this bitch up in the scene and your nigga notice Asking for my hand in marriage, I'm married to the game I do it for the love, bitches do it for the fame They on the same things, I switched like I changed [?] with the pen game, break you like a bed frame Bladder full of Hennessey, room full of enemies Dark liquor give me energy, I might catch a felony tonight But for the moment it's alright Got a blunt, pass the light, got a blunt, where's the light? I'ma keep it real, too many bitches fakin' And I'm way too faded, man, fuck how bitches feel I'm way too faded and too many bitches basic Got the crown who wanna take it? [Verse 4: Lil Eto] It sounds cool but it's just one hair in the soup Niggas talking 'bout eating, not bearing the fruit Can't go out like the hustlers who perish in coupes Allah heard about the lies, well here is the truth I've been having bitches star struck, selling out of raw dust Pouring out Remy and dumping out cigar guts Put it on the story I write, I leave hearts touched Told 'em that to keep your head down and keep your guard up We big dogs around pity Niggas phony, you can't keep 'em in your left titty The chain gang sucking the main frame till one of 'em can't hang God forbid they feed us the same thang Advice is on the house, you gotta teach 'em all about life That's what Tommy [?] was all about Yeah, no church in the wild You either the bird or the owl [Verse 5: Rossi Rock] Who be fighting his whole life to roll tight? Been through some shit but my Benz still coke white I'm patient, but at the same time movin' I always come through but at the same time flukin' On that weak shit, dog, high key, I'm low key Never brag bout shit, I'd rather you not know me (All double [?]) Till you see me in the magazine Bringing all my homies in the city after me You could play but I'ma zone my zone Y'all want double low, keep it on the Tan Boy coat Break that, I'll cut you off like a young Van Gogh First one to show me love was a Tan Boy old [?] Yeah I go to East side Harlem I'm in the studio, stop callin' For my time, phone blowing up often When you found out shit really started poppin', fuck you