Computers lyrics
by GS9
[Intro: Rowdy Rebel]
Oh, they want that hot sh*t
Huh? Huh? Huh? (All these computers)
Oh, they want that hot sh*t?
Shoutout my 100 clock n*ggas
My 50 clock n*ggas, what up Curly? (All these computers)
[Verse 1: Rowdy Rebel]
All these social networks and these computers (Huh?)
Got these n*ggas walking round like they some shooters (Like they some what?)
See them in real life they trying to bust maneuvers (Hol' on, bro, hol' on, bro)
Like pus*y talk that same sh*t from your computer (Bah, bah, bah)
Just picked the cash up, they had the boy medula (Boy medula)
Call up my broski Gene, like call up the jeweler (Yo Gene)
I just spent some cash on a pinky ring (On a pinky ring)
Just made some brand new shmoney, what the f*ck you think (And what the f*ck you think?)
And b*tch I'm heading to your city (To your city)
Just to clap up all them cities (City)
Me and JJ went from 50 (From 50)
Filled up the gas tank it was empty (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
We heading out to Philly (Skrrt, shot out to Philly)
Smoking Fronto, b*tch, no Phillies (No Phillies)
I got racks all in my Billies (My Billies, b*tch)
Shout out to Slice, that's my Billy (My boy Billy, b*tch)
For Kokane Shyste, I'm getting trippy (I'm getting trippy, b*tch)
Right to the other side with my guys and get busy (All us get busy, b*tch)
I'm shooting up the streets not the gym (Not the gym)
I'm shooting at these suckers, not the rim (Not the rim)
2Pac, Above The Rim (2Pac, baow, baow, baow)
Put two shots in his chin (Baow, baow)
Ran down, he jumped the fence (He jumped the fenced)
I ran down in my Timbs (All in my Timbs)
Saw the pus*y through the tints (Where you goin' b*tch?)
I was in that boy Memph Benz (Memph, what up bro?)
With some sh*t that extend (That extend)
Put two shots in his friends (You and you, you)
For Kokane Shyste, I go in (Shyste, b*tch)
For Shyste, I go in (RIP Shyste, b*tch)
Free my dogs out the pen (Ah-ah-ah, free my ah)
They shooting sh*t, Jeremy Lin (Jeremy Lin)
RIP that boy French (That boy French)
He still in Vegas with my friends (Skrrt, skrrt)
Buying out the bar, still going in (Still going in)
Flying down a mother f*cking strip (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
And I got court on the fifth (On the fifth)
Tell the DA, "Suck a di*k", not coming in (Not coming in)
Gingerbread (Gingerbread, b*tch)
On the road, headed to that bread, b*tch (To that bread, bread, bread)
[Interlude: Rowdy Rebel]
Brand new shmoney
b*tch, I just got some brand new shmoney
[Verse 2: Bobby Shmurda]
So you wanna talk sh*t and run your mouth (And run your mouth)
You wanna see my black ass right in front your house? (In front your-, b*tch n*gga)
With some Shmurdas and the flag wrapped around my mouth (And in a Benz, n*gga)
I ain't come to talk, I came to bang it out (Baow, baow, baow)
Just called them thangs up, they begging, "Bro, don't shoot him" (Don't shoot him)
But once he disrespect, it's like I gotta do him (I gotta do it to him, I gotta)
I just spent some cash on a 40 Glock (40 Glock)
And my n*gga Killa ran through like 40 Glocks (40 Glocks, b*tch)
And I'm headed to your block (To your block, b*tch)
Just to unload all these Glocks (All these Glocks, b*tch)
My AR hold 30 shots (30 shots, b*tch)
That's word to Kane, that's word to Hot (That's on OG Lock, b*tch)
b*tch, I'm hated by many (By many)
So I gots to keep the semi(I keep the semi)
For Kokane, we pour out Henny (We pour out Henny)
'Cause for Kokane, we done shot plenty (We done shot plenty sh*t)
I should say sorry to Ms. Penny (I'm sorry, miss)
She caught me broad day in the street shooting Jimmies (I'm shooting Jimmies)
I'm running n*ggas down in they groups (In they groups)
I'm sliding over cars while I shoot (While I shoot)
I think that I'm Tom Cruise (Tom Cruise, Tom Cruise, Tom Cruise)
But, b*tch I'm Bobby with that tool (With that tool, I got that baow)
Run up on him, act a fool (Act a fool)
Make sure I hit you, you, and you (You, you and you, you, and you)
Got the drop, I let Monte loose (Let Monte loose)
That's man downs in front the school (In front the school)
And we still trapping like some fools (Trapping like some fools)
b*tch, I been trapping out since elementary school (Elementary school)
Told my teacher, "Suck a di*k, I'm selling food" (I'm selling what?)
I told my teacher, "Suck a di*k, I'm selling food" (I'm selling work, b*tch)
And free my daddy out the You-Know (Out the You-Know)
He killed sh*t, b*tch, grab a tombstone (b*tch, grab a tombstone with that tool)
RIP my n*gga, Pluto (n*gga Pluto)
He still in Vegas with the bros (With the bros)
Loading up that thing, still smoking dope (Still smoke dope)
Wilding on the mother f*cking road (I'm on the road)
And I got court on the fourth (On the fourth)
Told the DA, "Lick my balls, not getting caught" (Not getting caught)
Gingerbread bruh (Gingerbread bruh)
On the road smoking hella dope, bruh
[Outro: Bobby Shmurda]
I just got a brand new burner
I just got a brand new burner
Shmurda