Lyrics ROWDY - William Calvert

Woo
Bitch
Ok, woo

Why in the fuck am I whispering?
Bitch I'm Yung Wille and I get to all the dividends
Me and you are not the same, we are not synonyms
It's hot as fuck, but I got the pussy boy shivering
Like why the fuck are you shaking boy?
Why the fuck are you hating boy?
Now my bro got your bro sucking face with the ground
What goes around comes around (Woo)

Fake gangsters, fake criminals, fake people in fucking general (What?)
And generally I just can't stand them
They all on my feed and they posting subliminals (Huh?)
Like bro, you thought you was slick?
I'm curious, how is the taste of my dick? (Bitch)
I just take me a flick, I be dripping with sauce
Posted up with the white tee and the white crocs
White girl look at me like (What the fuck?)
Ops look at me like (What is up?)
You sipping on lean in your double cup
I just sip water, make money, I double up, aye
I'm finna mosh 'til my neck just break
I be working so hard, I think I need to give myself a break (Woo)
Fuck that, the game I run that
My meat, yo treesh, she wanna suck that (Woo)
Woah, woah, woah, I really should chill out
You poppin' on pills, feel like Wheezy I'm outta here
Like a fitted hat or black beanie, get out my hair
All black fit like a goth in this, mosh in this
Swinging my head around, I'm really rockin' this
Put in the hours, like I'm really clockin' this
Stare at his face, like soon I'm a be sockin' this (Bitch)
Teaching all these motherfuckers, you could call me Mr. Calvert
I feel like Ken Car$on, no Arson, that's the name of the album
Cause yo bitch wanna give brain, like she went to Yale
You know I'm a prevail, boy this shit ain't a tale (Ok)
Money big blue whale, lil boy you a female
Bitches blind need braille, they can't see what I'm doing
I don't really blame em though, the key that I'm moving is way too low
She wanna bounce on it pogo, Arson that's the logo (The fuck?)
I don't need no promo, you broke you a hobo
She want me to nut on her temple and then run
Boy you sweet like a honey bun
Why you mad I'm having fun?
I done made motherfuckers, I got sons
Said I'm really poppin', every month I'm droppin'
Who you know who do it like me?
You better watch out like you driving through a deer crossing (Why?)
Cause it's boutta be a massacre like Boston (Bitch)
Fake chains and designer, how much that costin'?
She throw it, I'm a catch it, bitch I'm Randy Mossin'
Bitch I gotta tone it down I'm getting too fucking rowdy
Bitch I gotta tone it down I'm getting too fucking loud
Yung Wille, I chase milli's, I think you get the message
When the hook plays back, I just got one question, bitch

Why in the fuck am I whispering?
Bitch I'm Yung Wille and I get to all the dividends
Me and you are not the same, we are not synonyms
It's hot as fuck, but I got the pussy boy shivering
Like why the fuck are you shaking boy?
Why the fuck are you hating boy?
Now my bro got your bro sucking face with the ground
What goes around comes around (Woo)

Fake gangsters, fake criminals, fake people in fucking general (What?)
And generally I just can't stand them