[Verse 1 - Bow Uh, to my ex-girlfriend on out Now I'm with my new bitch, her spine out Rolling up more kush, waitress a bottle though Homie a lot of niggas, keep a couple model hoes I party hard like Sheen Used to Ferraris, and Cash money, money, baby you already know i get it popping ask your Selling out the garden when I want to like Right now, killing em, broad of hoes, em Treat em construction sites, you know that I'm drilling them Half these rappers as f-ck, I swear to god they aint fitting in Me and chris aint house, in Miami hit In the buy the bar out Stunna the cars out Hey, where youre from Bow? fr-fresh off the movie set (uhhhh-ohhhh) yeah, theres check Now these haters Rappers twice my age aint done what done yet I aint even done yet, just the beginning out that G4, here some brand new linen fresh Yes, I'm the f-cking best through life, with no regrets Shit, I aint tripping, no, you I be chilling Rico, where you buy that shit, doggy got me Yeah, my game up, and you what? Do and I dare ya Rearrange face, and let some body guard that would repair it I'm the there is and the best there was Like Bret Hart, paul bart, with no My bank account and my ethics, thats what setting us apart Heat game, courtside, me and all my Kick em out, clean, my body guards talk triggers My paper on diamonds, paper on midgets F-ck all my enemies who tend to be me Shit, begging me, screaming there hands out But I dont get no out, put me in a room and watch me stand out
[Verse 2 - Chris Yeah look, BBC on my head, f-ck a nigga, act like a up Everybody know you're a pussy, little nigga get your up Niggas say they your friends, bow wizzle, a real nigga And I'm to go in, time to kill niggas Yall wanna talk about naked Here, you can shake my hand, you can my dick june swang low, and my dick hit the water when I take a I'm porno, then I'm outy five, doggy hit the uh Then I'm like four O's Yeah, in the with four hoes mix a Nuvo with the no doughs See, pull a all nighter, paper planes, got em high like a sky diver Yeah and now im fucking with em hood Red and blue nigga, r&b, so whats nigga I'm out of line, yup yup, cause I should, Try to swing, I you, I wish you would nigga Wow, let me down All these suckers mad cause I took they now I'm at the top now, aint about to climb You need to give it up, 'bout to whine down
[Verse 3 - Bow Why all up in my B.I and O, I feel ya Nowadays so stressed out, cause this business kill ya We get it, real paper, fuck haters, fuck yall, standing tall, retaliation, sit on yall Chris is the of RnB, me hella prince of hip hop We got it on lock, and we on tour, thats whores Counting when I get bored Tatted up like a fuck Swear to God its too Yeah, my and wrist freezing Wizzle or Bow Weezy You already know nigga, shout out to the O You I be repping Smoke cause of depression, there aint no question Get rappers in the business, just put me in to it
I'm the man in bitch Fuck a flow at least a hundred band in this I'm the man in bitch Bout to blow at a hundred bands in this bitch