GS9 - Computers lyrics

Oh, They want that hot sh** All these social networks and these computers Got these n***as walking round like they some shooters See them in real life they trying to bust maneuvers Like p**y talk that same sh** from your computer [Verse 1: Rowdy Rebel] Just picked the cash up, they had the boy medula Call up my broski Gene, like call up the j**eler I just spent some cash on a pinky ring Just made some brand new shmoney, what the f** you think? And b**h I'm heading to your city Just to clap up all them [?] Me and JJ went from 50 Filled up the gas tank it was empty We heading out to Philly Smoking Fronto, b**h 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 s**ers, 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**y through the tints I was in that boy Memph Benz With some sh** 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**, 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**ing strip And I got court on the fifth Tell the DA s** a dick, not coming in Gingerbread b**h On the road, headed to that bread, b**h Brand new shmoney Brand new shmoney [Verse 2: Bobby Shmurda] So you wanna talk sh** and run your mouth You wanna see my black a** 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***a k**a 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**h, 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***as down in they groups I'm sliding over cars while I shoot I think that I'm Tom Cruise But, b**h 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**h, I been trapping up since elementary school Told my teacher s** a dick, I'm selling food I told my teacher s** a dick, I'm selling food And free my daddy out the You-Know He k**ed sh**, b**h, grab a tombstone RIP my n***a, Pluto He still in Vegas with the bros Loading up that thing, still smoking dope Wilding on the mother f**ing road And I got court on the fourth Told the DA lick my balls, not getting caught Gingerbread broad On the road smoking hella dope, bro I just got a brand new burner I just got a brand new burner Shmurda