Young Stoner Life - Came And Saw lyrics

[Intro: Rowdy Rebel & Future] (Wheezy outta here) Huh? Come on Wait, huh? Uh [Chorus: Rowdy Rebel] I do this sh*t with no pressure (No pressure) Run up the back ends and put up the extra You cannot step with the steppers (Steppers) You can't put dirt on a ni**a that's clean You cannot run up and check us (Check us) I'm 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' b*tch, don't talk (Don't talk) Come here, lil' b*tch, don't speak (Don't speak) Look at my drip when I walk (Walk) Slimey like Thugger and Wheez', uh [Verse 1: Rowdy Rebel] I left that b*tch in the back, then jumped in a 'Rari, then hopped in these streets (Skrrt) I'm on my way to the stu', I'm geekin' off meds like who wanna lean? (Huh?) Lil' ni**a get to the breesh (The breesh) Can't fu*k with that b*tch 'cause she treesh (She treesh) In three weeks we took back the streets fu*k 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 it's just for the guts (Uh) Don't you try cum in it s*ut (Uh, uh, uh) I put a four in a A and a W and I've been sippin' on suds (Uh, uh, uh) All three of my Carti's got ice on the bezels (Yeah) sh*t 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 b*tch in way out from Australia (Yeah), the global express (On God) I told the lil' ni**a don't come with them messages, 'cause we kill the messenger (Huh) My b*tch got the Drac' with the beam (Huh, huh) Four-hundred K large on her rings (That's right) Half a mil', don't you tell what you seen (Huh, huh) I'ma boss up the street, ho, you sh*ttin' me? How your jet land at John F. Kennedy? (Shmoney) It's a sixteen passenger genie (Yeah) Hold it down with this ho, bro, you're 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 can't even hide from the ho All of this motherfu*kin' ice on my ring (Woah) Don't 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 sh*t with no pressure (No pressure) Run up the back ends and put up the extra You cannot step with the steppers (Steppers) You can't put dirt on a ni**a that's clean You cannot run up and check us (Check us) I'm 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' b*tch, don't talk (Don't talk) Come here, lil' b*tch, don't speak (Don't speak) Look at my drip when I walk (Walk) Slimey like Thugger and Wheez', uh [Outro: Future] (Wheezy outta here)