The Underachievers - Rowdy

Yeah, yeah
Uh, uh, lord
(YDNA)

Insides get exposed, comin' short, a couple Os
Know some niggas dead and gone
'Cause they ain't give back what they owe
Feel that kick back, then reload
Just like bleach, I'm snatchin' souls
On the creep, we ridin' slow
Light that semi, then let it blow

All of my niggas is rowdy
There ain't no talkin' about it
Guns that we holdin', we call it division
Because it be splitting your body
Poppin' them shits like a molly
Don't get too close to my body
I'm with the hitters, they down for the killing
We doin' that shit for a hobby

By any means, gotta get to the dough
I see you schemin', you niggas ain't low
Stick to the plan, I'mma get it, I don't got a limit
Like biggie, I kick in the door
No ballerina, I stay on my toes
Since in the fetus, my fingers was closed
Follow the leader
I'm leadin' the league, undefeated
You niggas ain't makin' it home

You got a issue, then we gotta blow
Send where you live, then send where you go
Stick to the code, until niggas ghost
Then we keep to peace, until they provoke
Pull out the heater and leave niggas toast
Yeah, I be sinnin' but I'm still awoke
Need my percentage or I'm out the door
Try keep it calm, but niggas is vultures

You got a issue, then we gotta blow
Send where you live, then send where you go
Stick to the code, until niggas ghost
Then we keep to peace, until they provoke
Pull out the heater and leave niggas toast
Yeah, I be sinnin' but I'm still awoke
Need my percentage or I'm out the door
Try keep it calm, but niggas is vultures

All of my niggas is rowdy
There ain't no talkin' about it
Guns that we holdin, we call it division
Because it be splitting your body
Poppin' them shits like a molly
Don't get too close to my body
I'm with the hitters, they down for the killing
Be doin' that shit for a hobby

All of my niggas is 'bout it and wylin'
Born in silence, nigga came from the islands
Super soaker, since she wet, I'm Poseidon
Call her my every assignment
Whippin' my shit, hit the block like Ibaka
Sippin my shit with a twist, don't get locked up
Feelin' real breezy like Chris, know I'm choppin'
Shout out to Post, but I really know shottas
Good with the hands, I street-fight like E Honda
Don't need to resort to the choppa
Nigga, I'm Belichick, Brady's a monsta
AK outgun all you niggas, no problem
Rappin fire, nigga spit like a dragon
Blitzin' niggas like we playin' on Madden
Bringing the magic, feel like Aladdin
Came with the pack, you know that what I'm blastin'
Came with the goonies, they cut you, no ratchets
Poison, the pen out the plastic
Rest in peace, all of my hittas in caskets
Pour out a fifth for my niggas, we mackin
I don't believe them, these niggas is actors
Denzel Washington, they stick to their pattern
Throwing these stones, niggas reactin
House made of glass, this shit get shattered
Dumpin on niggas like I was a capper
Shark in the water, you niggas is snappers
Drunk in the sauna with bitches relaxin
Leavin' the border, I'm packin a pack
Smoke me a quarter a session, no average
Broad a supporter, she love me, no cappin
Got me the dome, I was sittin' in traffic
Spray some cologne, this be the drastic

All of my niggas is rowdy
There ain't no talkin' about it
Guns that we holdin', we call it division
Because it be splitting your body
Poppin' them shits like a molly
Don't get too close to my body
I'm with the hitters, they down for the killing
Be doin' that shit for a hobby

Written by:
Marlon Fung, Akeem Joseph

Publisher:
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC (pub:2)

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