BOW!

My niggas be trappin fuck a 9 to 5
Heard you got an issue, now it's time to slide
Foe'nem kick ya door down, don't you try to hide
Just spoke with the reaper, he told me take ya life

Like bow bow! bow
Can't run from that sound
Like bow bow bow
Yeah that's a man down
Imma spin his block
Don't let me catch an op
Play my position in the field like the red soxs
Can't catch me lackin keep the pole in the stash box
Graduated from the school of the hard knocks
Ambition of a hustler the grind don't stop
Dead presidents the only thing I love

T.K.O smokin on dope
Call up Obama we givin' out hope
Racks in the basement I'm breakin the floor
Back to the basics, I'm changing my flow up
Ya boy movin funny, man he's breakin the code
Yeah it gots me feelin funny, think I got a cold
Man I really be trappin I'm slime like a vet
These niggas be cappin, you believe in the flex
Feelin like gabby, I'm grabbin the meds
Bitch I've been on top, I'm just waitin for a check
Dice game ya not tryna bet
Slime gang, she's poppin a X
Boost game jump off a jet
Louis Lane, I'm tryna get heat
That's fugaze thats not a Patek
England, now she's makin a mess
And I hop in the tess
Whole lotta racks I ain't gettin no rest
Got a glock on the side, I ain't even gone stress
But I'm hot wit the hands I don't need no tech
And I'm back outer space, yeah I'm smoking Gelato
M's in the bank, cristiano ronaldo
Brand new whip I just need forgiatos
Make one call and they cracking your taco

Like bow bow bow
Can't run from that sound
Like bow bow bow
Yeah that's a man down
Imma spin his block
Don't let me catch an op
Play my position in the field like the red soxs
Can't catch me lackin keep the pole in the stash box
Graduated from the school of the hard knocks
Ambition of a hustler the grind don't stop
Dead presidents the only thing I love



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Writer(s): Montreal Roberts
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