Posture lyrics

[Intro: Rowdy Rebel]
Wah
Wah
(Yoz, what you tellin' me?)
Wah
Ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse 1: Rowdy Rebel]
I used to pull up on n*ggas on sight (Sight)
We used to pull up on n*ggas on bikes (Hey, come here)
Clarkson, 52nd at the light
Spark 'em, Kwendo, tell that boy goodnight (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Ain't no problems that we can't handle
n*ggas is mad, I'm hardly polite (Polite)
Put on a mask, then jump in a riot
Push on the gas, then push on the light (Ayy)
n*ggas is mad I call n*ggas pus*y (Ayy)
If you feel a way, then n*ggas is butt (Stupid)
n*gga, I'm probably 95th and Clarkson, if I ain't over there, I'm on The Rutt (n*gga, that's no way)
n*gg is mad I pull n*ggas cards, 'cause n*ggas ain't spinnin'
Let's keep it a buck
All my real n*ggas from the Floss that's out here spinnin', they know what's up

[Chorus: Rowdy Rebel & Fetty Luciano]
Now check my figgie, ayy, check my posture
Ayy, check my bop, that b*tch 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 (Ayy)
[Verse 2: Fetty Luciano]
Man, it's the robbers, and we back on the 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 n*ggas crash
Talk about hits that we did in the past
I hop out this b*tch 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

[Chorus: Rowdy Rebel & Fivio Foreign]
Now check my figgie, ayy, check my posture
Ayy, check my bop, that b*tch 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 b*tch gon' tell 'em that we nada, ayy
We different breeds, we from the North, we don't do bot-ups, ayy (We don't do bot-ups, Fivi')
Ayy, check the news, that boy got hit up off his Prada's, ayy (Grr, yeah, look)

[Verse 3: Fivio Foreign]
Had to stop mentionin' n*ggas in songs, 'cause I got too rich
('Cause I got too, 'cause I got too) f*ck it I'm back on my sh*t (Baow)
22 ain't been New York in a minute
I look at the swipey n*gga as a gimmick
That n*ggas on Live, lyin', stop pretendin'
I won't even shoot you, n*gga, we can get it (pus*y)
I won't even tell 'em what happened
When me and Sosa ran that n*gga to CVS
When I left, he was out cold
I don't know if that n*gga start breathin' yet (Baow)
I've seen a friend turn into an opp
I've seen an opp talkin' to the cops
n*ggas is scared goin' to the rock
You n*gga keep tweetin', put him in a box (Grr, baow)
I really went on a drill (Drill)
Ebbets Field, 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
n*gga, keep it a buck, I'm built different (Baow)
[Chorus: Rowdy Rebel]
Now check my figgie, ayy, check my posture
Ayy, check my bop, that b*tch 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 b*tch 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