Dead Body (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)

(album: Gardner Express - 2020)

[Rowdy Rebel:]
Grrt-the, boom
(M-M-M-Money Musik)
Grrah-grrah (Pressa)
Wassa, uh
Started with nothing but turned into something
Got in my bag and got out my feelin's
(Money done beat that motherfucker)
Who want smoke? We bringing that pressure
We won't speak, won't do nothing extra

Who want smoke with young Rowdy and Pressa?
The motherfucking steppers, let's talk 'bout it (Come on)
Please watch your step when you close to this motherfucking street 'cause I'm pushing a big body (Get the fuck on)
I keep on smoking these packs on packs, I'm falling asleep off of dead bodies (What)
I cannot trust anybody, I gotta move Kosher, he probably a fed' body (Ha, ha)

On a yacht, private party with killers (Come on)
Now my bank account more than six figures (Shmoney)
Like, you look at we one of the littest (Gang)
And my city be one of the biggest (Gang)
I get money and handle my business (Huh?)
I stay focused and stay out my feelin's (Come on)
No it ain't hard, it was easy
I buss up this molly with Fiji, like, "Brodie, call GG" (See us)
And tell 'em come through the whole gang, uh (Pull up right now)
Then I'ma bust in her [feegie?] (Ha)
I cannot wait to go get it and I threw the gang on my back
Yes I did
She cannot wait to come get it
Now why she keep coming back? Yes she is
Huh

Who want smoke with young Rowdy and Pressa?
The motherfucking steppers, let's talk 'bout it
Please watch your step when you close to this motherfucking street 'cause I'm pushing a big body
I keep on smoking these packs on packs, I'm falling asleep off of dead bodies
I cannot trust anybody, I gotta move Kosher, he probably a fed' body
Who want smoke with young Rowdy and Pressa?
The motherfucking steppers, let's talk 'bout it
Please watch your step when you close to this motherfucking street 'cause I'm pushing a big body
I keep on smoking these packs on packs, I'm falling asleep off of dead bodies
I cannot trust anybody, I gotta move Kosher, he probably a fed' body

[Pressa:]
If we spin around on your block, lil' nigga, don't play
You know that's a dead body
I fell asleep on a dead body
These bullets, they going for everybody
I fell in love with the typical, she don't know what they say about me (Yeah)
I feel like the fed's on me (Huh)
I feel like a rebel, Rowdy (Racks)
All for the gang, three fucking letters
We only ask, we ain't gon' let up (Nah)
Crodie got life, he on a letter (Letter)
He ain't receiving his letters (Nah)
Big 40 Glock, this no Beretta (Yeah)
We get the drop then we off to get him (Gang, gang)
We dig him up, we get the shovel (Shovel)
I fell in love with the barrel, uh
The plug, he don't call me no more, why?
Probably hit him for more
We had to kick in the door
I fell in love with the [?], shit
Most my niggas 'round me kill shit, don't condoning hoe shit
Bought two bricks
I fetch you one, you should just come buy four bricks
I'm in the cut, I'm wit' Sos' ('Sa)
We send it up to Detroit, uh
I'm in the club with my pole (What)
And I ain't your typical guy (Nah)

[Rowdy Rebel:]
Who want smoke with young Rowdy and Pressa?
The motherfucking steppers, let's talk 'bout it
Please watch your step when you close to this motherfucking street 'cause I'm pushing a big body
I keep on smoking these packs on packs, I'm falling asleep off of dead bodies
I cannot trust anybody, I gotta move Kosher, he probably a fed' body
Who want smoke with young Rowdy and Pressa?
The motherfucking steppers, let's talk 'bout it
Please watch your step when you close to this motherfucking street 'cause I'm pushing a big body
I keep on smoking these packs on packs, I'm falling asleep off of dead bodies
I cannot trust anybody, I gotta move Kosher, he probably a fed' body