Bow Bow
Yeah I'm so hot like an oven
I can still yo bitch with just a button
Imma star and y'all ns are nothin'
Man y'all music gives me a concussion
Y'all be just a little too stiff
Mess with me, then they come of the hip
Imma give a whole busted lip
Make a mill, then I'll go take a trip
I'm a dog, but I don't got a leash
Stole the thrown, so I guess I'm a thief
I'm a winner, you live in defeat
Tell yo bitch to get off of my meat
You fell of like a leaf in the fall
Tell a label to call me I'm bout to go off
On my money I'm standing so tall
Just listen to me, cause you know I'm the boss
Yeah, I just be going (Bow, bow)
My gun be going (Pow, pow)
You don't want the beef (Hm, cow)
Y'all ns are sweet (Hm, now)
Yeah, I just be going (Bow, bow)
My gun be going (Pow, pow)
You don't want the beef (Hm, cow)
Y'all ns are sweet (Hm, now)
I like my hoes with a nice weave
I be pulling while she on her knees
She be sucking, I call her a leach
When I nut you can go head and leave
Y'all be mad, and I'm still say cheese
Now I'm rich and y'all all saying please
Yeah, they all just want something from me
Na, get the fuck off of my d
I got a car
It starts with a push
I got a new girl
A pretty nice tush
All over the world
You know that I'm booked
Is that Yung Milly?
You know the girls looked
I be fresh wearing clothes like (Ha, ha)
I be hitting the hoes like (Bow, bow)
I be strapped like a whole dyke
All y'all want is some more likes (Clout bitch)
The worlds in my hand
You know I'm the man
I'll go to the top and never come down cause that's who I am
I be going bow (Bow, bow)
Y'all just want some clout
Well I want a mill and maybe some more
To go buy a house
Why y'all ns so sick?
Is it cause I'm the shit?
Well, I'm just a dog
My song just go hard
And that's why I'm lit
I be doing shows
I be doing some hoes
I be getting the money and y'all ns broke and that how it's goes
Yeah, I be going (Bow, bow)
My gun be going (Pow, pow)
You don't want the beef (Hm, cow)
Y'all ns are sweet (Hm, now)
Yeah, I be going (Bow, bow)
My gun be going (Pow, pow)
You don't want the beef (Hm, cow)
Y'all ns are sweet (Hm, now) Yeah, I be going (Bow, bow)
My gun be going (Pow, pow)
You don't want the beef (Hm, cow)
Y'all ns are sweet (Hm, now)
Yeah, I be going (Bow, bow)
My gun be going (Pow, pow)
You don't want the beef (Hm, cow)
Y'all ns are sweet (Hm, now)
I can still yo bitch with just a button
Imma star and y'all ns are nothin'
Man y'all music gives me a concussion
Y'all be just a little too stiff
Mess with me, then they come of the hip
Imma give a whole busted lip
Make a mill, then I'll go take a trip
I'm a dog, but I don't got a leash
Stole the thrown, so I guess I'm a thief
I'm a winner, you live in defeat
Tell yo bitch to get off of my meat
You fell of like a leaf in the fall
Tell a label to call me I'm bout to go off
On my money I'm standing so tall
Just listen to me, cause you know I'm the boss
Yeah, I just be going (Bow, bow)
My gun be going (Pow, pow)
You don't want the beef (Hm, cow)
Y'all ns are sweet (Hm, now)
Yeah, I just be going (Bow, bow)
My gun be going (Pow, pow)
You don't want the beef (Hm, cow)
Y'all ns are sweet (Hm, now)
I like my hoes with a nice weave
I be pulling while she on her knees
She be sucking, I call her a leach
When I nut you can go head and leave
Y'all be mad, and I'm still say cheese
Now I'm rich and y'all all saying please
Yeah, they all just want something from me
Na, get the fuck off of my d
I got a car
It starts with a push
I got a new girl
A pretty nice tush
All over the world
You know that I'm booked
Is that Yung Milly?
You know the girls looked
I be fresh wearing clothes like (Ha, ha)
I be hitting the hoes like (Bow, bow)
I be strapped like a whole dyke
All y'all want is some more likes (Clout bitch)
The worlds in my hand
You know I'm the man
I'll go to the top and never come down cause that's who I am
I be going bow (Bow, bow)
Y'all just want some clout
Well I want a mill and maybe some more
To go buy a house
Why y'all ns so sick?
Is it cause I'm the shit?
Well, I'm just a dog
My song just go hard
And that's why I'm lit
I be doing shows
I be doing some hoes
I be getting the money and y'all ns broke and that how it's goes
Yeah, I be going (Bow, bow)
My gun be going (Pow, pow)
You don't want the beef (Hm, cow)
Y'all ns are sweet (Hm, now)
Yeah, I be going (Bow, bow)
My gun be going (Pow, pow)
You don't want the beef (Hm, cow)
Y'all ns are sweet (Hm, now) Yeah, I be going (Bow, bow)
My gun be going (Pow, pow)
You don't want the beef (Hm, cow)
Y'all ns are sweet (Hm, now)
Yeah, I be going (Bow, bow)
My gun be going (Pow, pow)
You don't want the beef (Hm, cow)
Y'all ns are sweet (Hm, now)
Credits
Writer(s): Grim, Jamiah Elisha Hicks
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