[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 pass a though Homie with a lot of niggas, keep a couple model I party hard like Charlie to Ferraris, and driving Cash money, young money, you already know i get it popping ask lady Selling out the garden when I want to like Right now, em, broad of hoes, filling em Treat em like construction sites, you know that I'm them Half these rappers soft as f-ck, I to god they aint fitting in Me and chris aint green house, in hit In the buy the bar out bring the cars out Hey, youre coming from Bow? fr-fresh off the movie set (uhhhh-ohhhh) yeah, theres check Now these upset twice my age aint done what I've done yet I aint even done yet, this just the Stepping out that G4, some brand new linen fresh Yes, I'm the mother best Walking life, with no regrets Shit, I tripping, no, you know I be chilling Rico, you buy that shit, doggy got me wigged Yeah, my game up, and you what? Do and I dare ya your face, and let some body guard that would repair it I'm the best is and the best there was Bret Hart, paul bart, with no bart My bank and my work ethics, thats what setting us apart Heat game, courtside, me and all my em out, hands clean, my body guards talk triggers My paper on diamonds, paper on midgets F-ck all my who tend to be telling me Shit, begging me, screaming with hands out But I dont get no out, put me in a room and watch me stand out
[Verse 2 - Brown] Yeah look, BBC on my head, f-ck a nigga, act like a up Everybody know you're a pussy, little get your soul up Niggas say they friends, bow wizzle, thats a real nigga And I'm about to go in, time to kill Yall wanna about naked pics Here, you can shake my hand, you can shake my june swang low, and my dick hit the water when I take a I'm talking porno, then I'm five, doggy hit the uh Then I'm blowing like O's Yeah, in the jacuzzi with hoes Gotta mix a Nuvo the no doughs See, gotta pull a all nighter, paper planes, got em high like a sky and now im fucking with em hood niggas Red and blue nigga, r&b, so good nigga I'm out of line, yup yup, cause I should, Try to swing, I dare you, I you would nigga Wow, let me calm All suckers mad cause I took they shine now I'm at the top now, about to climb down You need to it up, aint '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 will kill ya We get it, paper, fuck haters, fuck blogs yall, standing tall, retaliation, sit on yall Chris is the prince of RnB, me 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 just Bow You already know nigga, out to the O nigga You I be repping Smoke cause of depression, homie there aint no Get in the business, just put me in to test it
I'm the man in this Fuck a flow at least a hundred band in bitch I'm the man in bitch Bout to at least a hundred bands in this bitch