Rowdy Tellez
Back in the day, you gave me the praise
I can't believe I'm on a plane
Since shawty switched up for the fame
I came and I go, yeah
I know a lot of things
Give me your diamond ring
I'm on my side of things
Didn't know speaking the truth made you woke
I put a three up inside of the four
I knew that I am the greatest
I knew I would do this ever since eleven years old
Carried the game and they still wanted more
Feature prices at an all time low
They're free bitch, don't be trash though
When we take the flick, making sure that the flash on (Aye)
Went to Milwaukee and Rowdy Tellez hit two homers a game
Two homers a day
Second time up at the plate, the crowd started chanting his name
In Rowdy we pray
That boy deserves to get paid
The Brewers won the fucking trade, that boy better stay
You better remember his name
He's going to the hall of fame motherfucker
Ooh (Ooh) back (Back)
Running that shit like it's track
I put that bitch in the back of the back
You keep on talking, but not saying facts
I make a three, but that's more to my stats
Look at my pocket, there's more than a stick
Beg for attention when you post the fit
I know you didn't have to be a dick (Yeah, aye)
Take me a flick while I ride down the block
Bitch I'm wide open and I got the rock
I got a check in the mail that could send me to jail
So I sent that shit back with some pot
They try to stop me but I'll never stop
They keep on talking I don't give a fuck
I got a post and a fake, like Malone 'cause I make it
With candy paint, white on the top, bitch
Went to Milwaukee and Rowdy Tellez hit two homers a game
Two homers a day
Second time up at the plate, the crowd started chanting his name
In Rowdy we pray
That boy deserves to get paid
The Brewers won the fucking trade, that boy better stay
You better remember his name
He's going to the hall of fame motherfucker
Back in the day you gave me the praise
I can't believe that my momma on a plane
I went from dissing bitches, just to making hits
And then my shawty switched up for the fame
I came and I go, what do you know?
You talking shit, pull out my stick and blow
Back on this shit 'cause I lost all control
Tell me, how many albums have you sold, bitch?
Uh (Bitch) uh
Top of the charts yeah we go to the ceiling
I made a hundred thousand, made a million
Go to New York, you see my name on buildings
Check out my album, 'cause that shit is brilliant
I got a bitch and third base what I'm stealing
Last week I fucked on a bitch in a Hilton
Then the other day told me we got children, oh fuck
Had to go punch on a bitch, 'cause I fucked on his bitch
And she gave me a ride
Got all my boys just to jump him, I hopped out the whip
And gave him a surprise
Yeah I just came from the city
I got all the women soon as I arrived
Don't got to wait in a line
I get all this shit 'cause everything is mine
Went to Milwaukee and Rowdy Tellez hit two homers a game
Two homers a day
Second time up at the plate, the crowd started chanting his name
In Rowdy we pray
That boy deserves to get paid
The Brewers won the fucking trade, that boy better stay
You better remember his name
He's going to the hall of fame motherfucker
Back in the day you gave me the praise
I can't believe that my momma on a plane
I went from dissing bitches, just to making hits
And then my shawty switched up for the fame
I came and I go, what do you know?
You talking shit, pull out my stick and blow
Back on this shit 'cause I lost all control
Tell me, how many albums have you sold, bitch?
I can't believe I'm on a plane
Since shawty switched up for the fame
I came and I go, yeah
I know a lot of things
Give me your diamond ring
I'm on my side of things
Didn't know speaking the truth made you woke
I put a three up inside of the four
I knew that I am the greatest
I knew I would do this ever since eleven years old
Carried the game and they still wanted more
Feature prices at an all time low
They're free bitch, don't be trash though
When we take the flick, making sure that the flash on (Aye)
Went to Milwaukee and Rowdy Tellez hit two homers a game
Two homers a day
Second time up at the plate, the crowd started chanting his name
In Rowdy we pray
That boy deserves to get paid
The Brewers won the fucking trade, that boy better stay
You better remember his name
He's going to the hall of fame motherfucker
Ooh (Ooh) back (Back)
Running that shit like it's track
I put that bitch in the back of the back
You keep on talking, but not saying facts
I make a three, but that's more to my stats
Look at my pocket, there's more than a stick
Beg for attention when you post the fit
I know you didn't have to be a dick (Yeah, aye)
Take me a flick while I ride down the block
Bitch I'm wide open and I got the rock
I got a check in the mail that could send me to jail
So I sent that shit back with some pot
They try to stop me but I'll never stop
They keep on talking I don't give a fuck
I got a post and a fake, like Malone 'cause I make it
With candy paint, white on the top, bitch
Went to Milwaukee and Rowdy Tellez hit two homers a game
Two homers a day
Second time up at the plate, the crowd started chanting his name
In Rowdy we pray
That boy deserves to get paid
The Brewers won the fucking trade, that boy better stay
You better remember his name
He's going to the hall of fame motherfucker
Back in the day you gave me the praise
I can't believe that my momma on a plane
I went from dissing bitches, just to making hits
And then my shawty switched up for the fame
I came and I go, what do you know?
You talking shit, pull out my stick and blow
Back on this shit 'cause I lost all control
Tell me, how many albums have you sold, bitch?
Uh (Bitch) uh
Top of the charts yeah we go to the ceiling
I made a hundred thousand, made a million
Go to New York, you see my name on buildings
Check out my album, 'cause that shit is brilliant
I got a bitch and third base what I'm stealing
Last week I fucked on a bitch in a Hilton
Then the other day told me we got children, oh fuck
Had to go punch on a bitch, 'cause I fucked on his bitch
And she gave me a ride
Got all my boys just to jump him, I hopped out the whip
And gave him a surprise
Yeah I just came from the city
I got all the women soon as I arrived
Don't got to wait in a line
I get all this shit 'cause everything is mine
Went to Milwaukee and Rowdy Tellez hit two homers a game
Two homers a day
Second time up at the plate, the crowd started chanting his name
In Rowdy we pray
That boy deserves to get paid
The Brewers won the fucking trade, that boy better stay
You better remember his name
He's going to the hall of fame motherfucker
Back in the day you gave me the praise
I can't believe that my momma on a plane
I went from dissing bitches, just to making hits
And then my shawty switched up for the fame
I came and I go, what do you know?
You talking shit, pull out my stick and blow
Back on this shit 'cause I lost all control
Tell me, how many albums have you sold, bitch?
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Writer(s): Roman Rzeszutko
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