Came and Saw (feat. Rowdy Rebel)

[Intro: Rowdy Rebel & Future]
(Wheezy outta here)
Huh? Come on
Wait, huh? Uh
[Chorus: Rowdy Rebel]
I do this shit with no pressure (No pressure)
Run up the back ends and put up the extra
You cannot step with the steppers (Steppers)
You cant put dirt on a nigga thats clean
You cannot run up and check us (Check us)
Im with the slime, my twin, he bleed
Got twenty-five shooters in a Sprinter (Grrra)
Brought brand new TECs, big Glocks and beams
I could make a movie, make a scene (Yeah)
I put the Glock on repeat (Yeah)
Only Amiri the jeans (Yeah)
It hurt my Glock when I lean (Oh yeah)
Come here , lil bitch, dont talk (Dont talk)
Come here, lil bitch, dont speak (Dont speak)
Look at my drip when I walk (Walk)
Slimey like Thugger and Wheez, uh
[Verse 1: Rowdy Rebel]
I left that bitch in the bed, then jumped in the Rari, then hopped in these streets (Skrrt)
Im on my way to the stu, Im geekin off meds like who wanna lean? (Huh?)
Lil nigga get to the breesh (To the breesh)
Cant **** with that bitch cause she treesh (She treesh)
In three weeks we took back the streets (Ha)
**** all the opps and police
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Slime, yeah, yeah (Woo), yeah (Stop), yeah (Spider)
Yeah (Huh), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Slime), yeah
Bentley ashtray and its just for the guts (Uh)
Dont you try cum in it slut (Uh, uh, uh)
I put a four in a A and a W and Ive been sippin on suds(Uh, uh, uh)
All three of my Cartis got ice on the bezels (Yeah)
Shit came from the trenches (Woo)
You speak on my name and it came with the pressure (And what?) We started destruction (Yeah)
I flew the bitch in way out from Australia (Yeah), the global express (On God)
I told the lil nigga dont come with them messages, cause we kill the messenger (Huh)
My bitch got the Drac with the beam (Huh, huh)
Four-hundred K large on her rings (Thats right)
Half a mil, dont you tell what you seen (Huh , huh)
Ima boss up the street, ho, you shittin me?
How your jet land at John F. Kennedy? (Shmoney)
Its a sixteen passenger genie (Yeah)
Hold it down with this ho, bro, youre killing me
Shawty belong to the street-neet-neets (Woah)
We gonna make us a scene
I send my dawg, check out the scene (Woah)
I cant even hide from the ho
All of this mother****in ice on my ring (Woah)
Dont get beside yourself
When you see king, pussy ho speak (Uh)
I rock designer belts
Not neither one of them wrestling things
[Chorus: Rowdy Rebel]
I do this shit with no pressure (No pressure)
Run up the back ends and put up the extra
You cannot step with the steppers (Steppers)
You cant put dirt on a nigga thats clean
You cannot run up and check us (Check us)
Im with the slime, my twin , he bleed
Got twenty-five shooters in a Sprinter (Grrra)
Brought brand new TECs, big Glocks and beams
I could make a movie, make a scene(Yeah)
I put the Glock on repeat (Yeah)
Only Amiri the jeans (Yeah)
It hurt my Glock when I lean (Oh yeah)
Come here, lil bitch, dont talk (Dont talk)
Come here, lil bitch, dont speak (Dont speak)
Look at my drip when I walk (Walk)
Slimey like Thugger and Wheez, uh
[Outro: Future]
(Wheezy outta here)