Bow, Pt. 2
Bow
Woooo
Ric Flair shit
Bow
Bow
Bow
Bow
Wooo
Aye, I don't like rapping
I'm Not even capping
I really be snapping tho
Aye, I really do damage
You claim that you savage
Really ain't bout it tho
I do not smoke
But if you want smoke
You can get High as a mountain tho
Shorty ain't like me
But know that I'm icy
Still get her wet as a fountain tho
Drip harder
Drip water no
You can not stand in my rain
You fly but not fly enough to get on my plane
Can't even switch in my lane
Lost my pops and it damaged my brain
Lost my mind wasn't happy in pain
Lost my time I been driving insane
Lost a couple friends they ain't travel my way
I was down bad and they laughed in my face
Cut all my grass gotta handle my snakes
Cop me some jewels ain't no snatching my chain
Catch me a opp yeah I found me a stain
Let it rip with a clip
Make you flip
Hit yo dome
Now you gone
Now you M.I.A
You get split
Get hit with the stick
Get blown with the chrome
Cuz You in my way
You can be six feet tall
But still end up six feet deep
Hate they envy me
Acknowledge the kid
I'm the MVP
I got
Two fours
Kobe Bean
One twelve
Jodeci
It can be
Ten below
Overseas
You still will never be cold as me
Wooo
Neva miss
Leeky & Red we not new to this
Try to count us out we too legit
Haters they mad they throwing fits
Woah
Look at that
Came with Bow had to double back
Shots at his leg do jumping jacks
Bitch need a hit we ain't talking crack
Aye
Woah
Look shoutout Fivi R.I.P Pop Smoke
Aye
Woah
Bitch name Dior wanna deepthroat
Aye
Woah
Ridin' through the city in a mink coat
Aye
Woah
Gotta hit up Leek he a damn goat
I'm fully focused
Bitch sucking dick in a different motion
Nigga cast a spell off the henny potion
Gotta hide the body in a different ocean
Not another
You love her
You cuffed her
You trust her
Well I fucked her
Damn
She lied and said I'm her brother
Make the switch
Pick & Roll
Pass ya bitch
Give and go
Wooo
Figure four
Arms up
Hit the folks
Hardy Boys
Matt & Jeff
Nigga had a threesome that's a triple threat
AP
No baguettes
I'm hitting niggas bitches with no regrets
Aye
Woah
You not my bitch
Why it matter
Aye
Hoe
Was broke at first
My pockets fatter
Nigga wanna talk we ain't with the chatter
Glock with the ladder
Bow
Bow
Next Chapter
Woooo
Ric Flair shit
Bow
Bow
Bow
Bow
Wooo
Aye, I don't like rapping
I'm Not even capping
I really be snapping tho
Aye, I really do damage
You claim that you savage
Really ain't bout it tho
I do not smoke
But if you want smoke
You can get High as a mountain tho
Shorty ain't like me
But know that I'm icy
Still get her wet as a fountain tho
Drip harder
Drip water no
You can not stand in my rain
You fly but not fly enough to get on my plane
Can't even switch in my lane
Lost my pops and it damaged my brain
Lost my mind wasn't happy in pain
Lost my time I been driving insane
Lost a couple friends they ain't travel my way
I was down bad and they laughed in my face
Cut all my grass gotta handle my snakes
Cop me some jewels ain't no snatching my chain
Catch me a opp yeah I found me a stain
Let it rip with a clip
Make you flip
Hit yo dome
Now you gone
Now you M.I.A
You get split
Get hit with the stick
Get blown with the chrome
Cuz You in my way
You can be six feet tall
But still end up six feet deep
Hate they envy me
Acknowledge the kid
I'm the MVP
I got
Two fours
Kobe Bean
One twelve
Jodeci
It can be
Ten below
Overseas
You still will never be cold as me
Wooo
Neva miss
Leeky & Red we not new to this
Try to count us out we too legit
Haters they mad they throwing fits
Woah
Look at that
Came with Bow had to double back
Shots at his leg do jumping jacks
Bitch need a hit we ain't talking crack
Aye
Woah
Look shoutout Fivi R.I.P Pop Smoke
Aye
Woah
Bitch name Dior wanna deepthroat
Aye
Woah
Ridin' through the city in a mink coat
Aye
Woah
Gotta hit up Leek he a damn goat
I'm fully focused
Bitch sucking dick in a different motion
Nigga cast a spell off the henny potion
Gotta hide the body in a different ocean
Not another
You love her
You cuffed her
You trust her
Well I fucked her
Damn
She lied and said I'm her brother
Make the switch
Pick & Roll
Pass ya bitch
Give and go
Wooo
Figure four
Arms up
Hit the folks
Hardy Boys
Matt & Jeff
Nigga had a threesome that's a triple threat
AP
No baguettes
I'm hitting niggas bitches with no regrets
Aye
Woah
You not my bitch
Why it matter
Aye
Hoe
Was broke at first
My pockets fatter
Nigga wanna talk we ain't with the chatter
Glock with the ladder
Bow
Bow
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