Released on November 6, 2015

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[Chorus: Sybyr]

Rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, yes

Rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, fuckin' big crowd shit

Rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, yes

Rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, fuckin' big crowd shit

Rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, yes

Rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, fuckin' big crowd shit

Rowdy, yes, rowdy, yes, rowdy, yes

Rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, fuckin' big crowd shit, yuh


[Verse 1: Sybyr]

Bitch, you better not do it

Irritated as fuck, another strike and I'll lose it

Lost all my fuckin' patience

Bitch, you brought a visual to make it

I'm fucking tired of waiting

Trying to take over like Satan

I'm the demon that you barely worry 'bout

Your god cannot save you with my hand over your mouth

Bloodthirsty niggas all around, around my presence

And if we don't hang the motherfucker, feel my essence

Used to hang with dirtbags that never cared for me

Use you for your shit then look at you like you a bitch

Looking at your soul like worthless rags and piece of shit

Burn your fucking money, run around like "Yeah, we rich"

Waste your fucking time to hang with niggas all winter

Then you look surprised because they ate your fucking dinner

Work around the clock just to eat the fucking scraps

Fuck a life story, y'all gon' feel the fucking wrath

Last laugh, ooh


[Chorus: Sybyr]

Rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, yes

Rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, fuckin' big crowd shit

Rowdy, yes, rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, yes

Rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, fuckin' big crowd shit

Rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, yes

Rowdy, yes, rowdy, fuckin' big crowd shit

Rowdy, yes, rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, yes

Rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, fuckin' big crowd shit, yuh


[Verse 2: Leon'sWOLF]

"There needs to be more love in this world

If you've got an enemy, make friends with 'em, man"

Fuck you mean?

Why you talk shit? I could come through

With a thousand fucking slashes at your mouth

So impromptu

I don't want to hear no fucking words, you niggas love to speak

Actually, over ratings doesn't pass a fucking wait

Who these niggas?

I don't give a fuck about sets or who you be

But I know your number

Means perfection has been reached

And that's something that you hate

So, shut the fuck up when you wanna speak, mane

And throw the mic away

If you ever get called to speak

Man, bitch, learn your fucking lyrics

'Cause the work can take more shit

Mane, remember when I used to need people to help me out?

I was fucking naive, a little bitch, lacking any violence

Now I come through, flexed out

Even got a little bit of cash that I can check out

Fuck is you doing, boy?

Your mom gets you up, so, you ran more tales and beat your dick


[Chorus: Sybyr]

Rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, yes

Rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, fuckin' big crowd shit

Rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, yes

Rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, fuckin' big crowd shit

Rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, yes

Rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, fuckin' big crowd shit

Rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, yes

Rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, fuckin' big crowd shit, yuh