LYRIC
Posture Lyrics by Rowdy Rebel, Fetty Luciano & Fivio Foreign, from the album “Back Outside“, music has been produced by Yoz Beatz, and Posture song lyrics are penned down by Rowdy Rebel, Fivio Foreign, Fetty Luciano & Yoz Beatz.
Posture Lyrics
Wah
Wah
(Yoz, what you tellin’ me?)
Wah
Ayy, ayy, ayy
I used to pull up on ni**as on sight (Sight)
We used to pull up on ni**as on bikes (Hey, come here)
Clarkson, 52nd at the light
Spark ’em, Kwendo, tell that boy goodnight (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Ain’t no problems that we can’t handle
Ni**as is mad, I’m hardly polite (Polite)
Put on a mask, then jump in a riot
Push on the gas, then push on the light (Ayy)
Ni**as is mad I call ni**as pussy (Ayy)
If you feel a way, then ni**as is butt (Stupid)
Ni**a, I’m probably 95th and Clarkson, if I ain’t over there, I’m on The Rutt (Ni**a, that’s no way)
Nigg is mad I pull ni**as cards, ’cause ni**as ain’t spinnin’
Let’s keep it a buck
All my real ni**as from the Floss that’s out here spinnin’, they know what’s up
Now check my figgie, ayy, check my posture
Ayy, check my bop, that bitch gon’ tell ’em that we nada, ayy
We different breeds, we from the 9, we don’t do bot-ups, ayy
Ayy, check the news, that boy got hit up off his Prada’s, ayy (Ayy)
Man, it’s the robbers, and we back on the the yacht
I don’t care what he jack, I don’t care what he front
Man, if they got a problem, then they got no packs
Actin’ like y’all don’t know about gang
Like, real man ni**as crash
Talk about hits that we did in the past
I hop out this bitch broad day with no mask
I send a shooter and I’m in, I’m with the killers, get ’em in
Any minute now, waitin’ for a pen, gotta pray to the Lord before I sin
I just came back home, off a temp
Leave that whole block thinkin’ “Where they went?”
Shots goin’ through his window, through his tish
Let ’em know I’m on go if they split
Now check my figgie, ayy, check my posture
Ayy, check my bop, that bitch gon’ tell ’em that we nada, ayy
We different breeds, we from the 9, we don’t do bot-ups, ayy
Ayy, check the news, that boy got hit up off his Prada’s, ayy
Check my figgie, ayy, check my posture
Ayy, check my bop, that bitch gon’ tell ’em that we nada, ayy
We different breeds, we from the North, we don’t do bot-ups, ayy (We don’t do bot-ups, Fivi’)
Ayy, check the news, that boy got hit up off his Prada’s, ayy (Grr, yeah, look)
Had to stop mentionin’ ni**as in songs, ’cause I got too rich
(‘Cause I got too, ’cause I got too) f*ck it I’m back on my shit (Baow)
22 ain’t been New York in a minute
I look at the swipey ni**a as a gimmick
That ni**as on Live, lyin’, stop pretendin’
I won’t even shoot you, ni**a, we can get it (Pussy)
I won’t even tell ’em what happened
When me and Sosa ran that ni**a to CVS
When I left, he was out cold
I don’t know if that ni**a start breathin’ yet (Baow)
I’ve seen a friend turn into an opp
I’ve seen an opp talkin’ to the cops
Ni**as is scared goin’ to the rock
You ni**a keep tweetin’, put him in a box (Grr, baow)
I really went on a drill (Drill)
Ebbets Field, had to steal (Had to steal)
Face hot (Face hot), fifty still (Baow)
Way before I thought I’d get a deal (Baow)
I never ran from a L7
Every time I got locked, I was still reppin’
Boy, I need the respect, the real credit
Ni**a, keep it a buck, I’m built different (Baow)
Now check my figgie, ayy, check my posture
Ayy, check my bop, that bitch gon’ tell ’em that we nada, ayy
We different breeds, we from the 9, we don’t do bot-ups, ayy
Ayy, check the news, that boy got hit up off his Prada’s, ayy
Check my figgie, ayy, check my posture
Ayy, check my bop, that bitch gon’ tell ’em that we nada, ayy
We different breeds, we from the North, we don’t do bot-ups, ayy
Ayy, check the news, that boy got hit up off his Prada’s, ayy
SONG INFO:
Song: Posture
Artist: Rowdy Rebel, Fetty Luciano & Fivio Foreign
Album: Back Outside (2023)
Music: Yoz Beatz
Lyrics: Rowdy Rebel, Fivio Foreign, Fetty Luciano & Yoz Beatz
