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Re Route Video (MV)




Performed By: Rowdy Rebel
Featuring: Funkmaster Flex
Length: 2:12
Written by: Chad Marshall, Aston Taylor




Rowdy Rebel - Re Route Lyrics
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[ Featuring Funkmaster Flex ]

Ain't with the funny shit, load up a hunnid clip
You already know who I'm comin' with (who you wit'?)
If it's lit, then it's lit, y'all know how we get it
We drop shit for the f*ck of it (how you get?)
If he make a mistake and move wrong
With no hesitation, Monte uppin' it (boom)
If it's ten K on this nigga's head
F*ck that, we gon' double it (hah)
I went the wrong way (what), I had to reroute (skrrt)
These is bloody shoes (what), I'm gonna bleed out
If she can't get away from her nigga (don't you tell tell her)
I tell her, "Sneak out" (don't you dare)
Then I put 'em on molly and Xans, I gotta geek now
Middle fingers to the opps,they know how we rock (baow, baow, baow, baow)
It ain't no options, R.I.P. to Pop Smoke
If we find out who did it, y'all know we gon' pop them
Red beam, .30, shot 'em, drop 'em, I'm just bein' honest
Ayy, yo, D, when you got 'em? (D, I got 'em, nigga)
Want mission accomplished (baow)
Back to this rap shit, back to the topic
Count up the profit (huh?)
I pull up with a bad bitch (skrrt)
By the end of the night, we gettin' it poppin' (woo)
Speakin' 'bout rap shit
I hear all the hate, hear all the gossip
But I promised Boobie I'ma chill, for real
So don't let me break that promise (gang, gang)
Everything litty, everything digital
Put that on God (nigga, that's in the stars)
When I'm back in the city
I'm mixing Givenchy with Christian Dior (nigga, know what you start)
And these hoes tryna get me
They lookin' for comments like Lira Galore (Lira Galore)
I'm back in my city
I hopped out of prison and jumped on the Forbes
Bust down what? Bust down this
Big drip what? Big drip this
Fifteen K for my muhf*ckin' finger (grrt, grrt)
Keep twenty-two shots in my muhf*ckin' stick (baow, baow, baow, baow)

I'm back in my bag, 'Sace (my bag)
Don't get me mad, fache (don't get me mad)
Bitch, I'm a Suvi, I make a movie (bitch, I'm a what?)
Right in front your Barclay (like, woo)
Don't let me up it and leave it stuck
(Don't let me, don't let me, don't let me, baow, baow, baow) pardon me
(Don't let me, don't let me, grraow, baow, grraow) pardon me
I'm back in my bag, 'Sace (in my bag)
Don't get me mad, fache (don't get me mad)
Bitch, I'm a Suvi, I make a movie (bitch, I'm a what?)
Right in front your Barclay (like, woo)
Don't let me up it and leave it stuck
(Don't let me, don't let me, don't let me, baow, baow, baow) pardon me
(Don't let me, don't let me, baow, baow, baow) pardon me
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Ain't with the funny shit, load up a hunnid clip
You already know who I'm comin' with (who you wit'?)
If it's lit, then it's lit, y'all know how we get it
We drop shit for the f*ck of it (how you get?)
If he make a mistake and move wrong
With no hesitation, Monte uppin' it (boom)
If it's ten K on this nigga's head
F*ck that, we gon' double it (hah)
I went the wrong way (what), I had to reroute (skrrt)
These is bloody shoes (what), I'm gonna bleed out
If she can't get away from her nigga (don't you tell tell her)
I tell her, "Sneak out" (don't you dare)
Then I put 'em on molly and Xans, I gotta geek now
Middle fingers to the opps,they know how we rock (baow, baow, baow, baow)
It ain't no options, R.I.P. to Pop Smoke
If we find out who did it, y'all know we gon' pop them
Red beam, .30, shot 'em, drop 'em, I'm just bein' honest
Ayy, yo, D, when you got 'em? (D, I got 'em, nigga)
Want mission accomplished (baow)
Back to this rap shit, back to the topic
Count up the profit (huh?)
I pull up with a bad bitch (skrrt)
By the end of the night, we gettin' it poppin' (woo)
Speakin' 'bout rap shit
I hear all the hate, hear all the gossip
But I promised Boobie I'ma chill, for real
So don't let me break that promise (gang, gang)
Everything litty, everything digital
Put that on God (nigga, that's in the stars)
When I'm back in the city
I'm mixing Givenchy with Christian Dior (nigga, know what you start)
And these hoes tryna get me
They lookin' for comments like Lira Galore (Lira Galore)
I'm back in my city
I hopped out of prison and jumped on the Forbes
Bust down what? Bust down this
Big drip what? Big drip this
Fifteen K for my muhf*ckin' finger (grrt, grrt)
Keep twenty-two shots in my muhf*ckin' stick (baow, baow, baow, baow)

I'm back in my bag, 'Sace (my bag)
Don't get me mad, fache (don't get me mad)
Bitch, I'm a Suvi, I make a movie (bitch, I'm a what?)
Right in front your Barclay (like, woo)
Don't let me up it and leave it stuck
(Don't let me, don't let me, don't let me, baow, baow, baow) pardon me
(Don't let me, don't let me, grraow, baow, grraow) pardon me
I'm back in my bag, 'Sace (in my bag)
Don't get me mad, fache (don't get me mad)
Bitch, I'm a Suvi, I make a movie (bitch, I'm a what?)
Right in front your Barclay (like, woo)
Don't let me up it and leave it stuck
(Don't let me, don't let me, don't let me, baow, baow, baow) pardon me
(Don't let me, don't let me, baow, baow, baow) pardon me
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Writer: Chad Marshall, Aston Taylor
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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