Rebel Rousers

[Verse 1: Bodega Bamz]
What the fuck, trying to conquer the world
Two cuts in my eyebrow, wrap with the curls
Still, niggas wanna second guess me
Cut a snake off and they still test me
Feel knife low, everybody check me
European denim, still trying to guess me
Levi with the feline, let me kick
Like Fe Fi with the sea side, off the rip
Deal drugs like Chinx (RIP)
Two [?] vision (All I see)
If I ain't let go of the record (Lease)
If you see something on my waist (It's a piece!)
Eighteen karat gold all in my teeth
God-like flow, make a profit, Papi preach
Eighteen karat gold all in my teeth
God-like flow, make a profit, Papi preach

[Verse 2: Kanary Black]
For the team bust the whole clip
Life a movie my nigga so learn the whole script
Still make a killing with my old shit
The hunger really got a nigga dealing on some dope shit
Dope good, but the fiends still dope sick
Hit the block, got the work, let it go quick
I can tell you how to move and who to flow with
There's only one rule nigga: don’t snitch
I'm making the trappin' happen on magicJack
Call Luka, make the tragic happen
They treat me my respect man they gotta dap him
A nigga flow once and y'all still jack him?
Shit is out of hand like the rock slip
Got the gun in hand, let it cock quick
Hear your heart beating make it stop quick
Pop shit, saying you the truth, but you not it

[Verse 3: Bonnie B]
Cold bitch, stepping with [?] bitch
Nine millimeter make 'em wake up smell like Folgers
Bullets hotter than a mug, got you like explosives
Now this bitch up in the scene and your nigga notice
Asking for my hand in marriage, I'm married to the game
I do it for the love, bitches do it for the fame
They on the same things, I switched like I changed
[?] with the pen game, break you like a bed frame
Bladder full of Hennessey, room full of enemies
Dark liquor give me energy, I might catch a felony tonight
But for the moment it's alright
Got a blunt, pass the light, got a blunt, where's the light?
I'ma keep it real, too many bitches fakin'
And I'm way too faded, man, fuck how bitches feel
I'm way too faded and too many bitches basic
Got the crown who wanna take it?

[Verse 4: Lil Eto]
It sounds cool but it's just one hair in the soup
Niggas talking 'bout eating, not bearing the fruit
Can't go out like the hustlers who perish in coupes
Allah heard about the lies, well here is the truth
I've been having bitches star struck, selling out of raw dust
Pouring out Remy and dumping out cigar guts
Put it on the story I write, I leave hearts touched
Told 'em that to keep your head down and keep your guard up
We big dogs around pity
Niggas phony, you can't keep 'em in your left titty
The chain gang sucking the main frame till one of 'em can't hang
God forbid they feed us the same thang
Advice is on the house, you gotta teach 'em all about life
That's what taught me was all about
Yeah, no church in the wild
You either the bird or the owl

[Verse 5: Rossi Rock]
Who be fighting his whole life to roll tight?
Been through some shit but my Benz still coke white
I'm patient, but at the same time movin'
I always come through but at the same time flukin'
On that weak shit, dog, high key, I'm low key
Never brag 'bout shit, I'd rather you not know me
(R-O-double S-I) Till you see me in the magazine
Bringing all my homies in the city after me
You could play but I'ma zone my zone
Y'all want double low, keep it on the Tanboy coat
Break that, I'll cut you off like a young Van Gogh
First one to show me love was a Tanboy old [?]
Yeah I go to East side Harlem
I'm in the studio, stop callin'
For my time, phone blowing up often
When you found out shit really started poppin', fuck you