Rowdy Rebel – Computers

Rowdy Rebel – Computers Lyrics

Artist: Rowdy Rebel
Song: Computers

Oh, they want that hot sh#t
All these social networks and these computers
Got these n#gg#s walking round like they some shooters
See them in real life they trying to bust maneuvers

Like p#ss# talk that same sh#t from your computer
Just picked the cash up, they had the boy medula
Call up my broski Gene, like call up the jeweler
I just spent some cash on a pinky ring

Just made some brand new shmoney, what the f#ck you think
And b#tch I’m heading to your city
Just to clap up all them cities
Me and JJ went from 50

Filled up the gas tank it was empty
We heading out to Philly
Smoking Fronto, b#tch no Phillies
I got racks all in my Billies

Shout out to Slice, that’s my Billy
For Kokane Shyste I’m getting trippy
Right to the other side with my guys and get busy
I’m shooting up the streets not the gym

I’m shooting at these suckers, not the rim
2Pac, Above The Rim
Put two shots in his chin
Ran down, he jumped the fence

I ran down in my Timbs
Saw the p#ss# through the tints
I was in that boy Memph Benz
With some sh#t that extend

Put two shots in his friends
For Kokane Shyste, I go in
For Shyste, I go in
Free my dogs out the pen

They shooting sh#t, Jeremy Lin
RIP that boy French
He still in Vegas with my friends
Buying out the bar, still going in

Flying down a mother f#cking strip
And I got court on the fifth
Tell the DA suck a dick, not coming in
Gingerbread b#tch

On the road, headed to that bread, b#tch
Brand new shmoney
b#tch, I just got some brand new shmoney
So you wanna talk sh#t and run your mouth

You wanna see my black #ss right in front your house?
With some Shmurdas and the flag wrapped around my mouth
I ain’t come to talk, I came to bang it out
Just called them thangs up, they begging, “Bro, don’t shoot him”

But once he disrespect, it’s like I gotta do him
I just spent some cash on a 40 Glock
And my n#gg# Killa ran through like 40 Glocks
And I’m headed to your block

Just to unload all these Glocks
My AR hold 30 shots
That’s word to Kane, that’s word to Hot
b#tch, I’m hated by many

So I gots to keep the semi
For Kokane, we pour out Henny
Cause for Kokane, we done shot plenty
I should say sorry to Ms. Penny

She caught me broad day in the street shooting Jimmies
I’m running n#gg#s down in they groups
I’m sliding over cars while I shoot
I think that I’m Tom Cruise

But, b#tch I’m Bobby with that tool
I got that “bow”, run up on him, act a fool
Make sure I hit you, you, and you
Got the drop, I let Monte loose

That’s man downs in front the school
And we still trapping like some fools
b#tch, I been trapping out since elementary school
Told my teacher suck a dick, I’m selling food

I told my teacher suck a dick, I’m selling food
And free my daddy out the You-Know
He killed sh#t, b#tch, grab a tombstone
RIP my n#gg#, Pluto

He still in Vegas with the bros
Loading up that thing, still smoking dope
Wilding on the mother f#cking road
And I got court on the fourth

Told the DA lick my balls, not getting caught
Gingerbread bruh
On the road smoking hella dope, bro
I just got a brand new burner

I just got a brand new burner
Shmurda
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Release Year: 2014