Bows
YBN Nahmir
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Ballin' wit me to he got that stick wit' him, ayy (that stick on him) Pull up, bitch, he got that stick on him (that .30, nigga) If a nigga tryna play then we gon' get on him (gon' get on him) Shh, nigga, we ain't playin around (bitch) Ayy, broadie sellin' packs while he in the trap, ayy Posted wit' my strap, I be in the back Got this .30 on my hip, please don't try me, man No, a nigga don't give no f*ck, I'm coming for them bands Car crashed, had to change that 'Rari for that Lambo Get paid, you know your bitch know what a nigga been on Packs comin' in, you know my niggas finna get 'em gone Bullets to his head, that nigga can't think about his dome Push up on him with that gat, that nigga movin' wrong I do a hit straight with my niggas then I'm going home Bad bitches, she super thick I'm taking off her thong It ain't shit to spend no coins 'cause I got all the hoes It ain't shit to spend no coins 'cause I got all the hoes Ain't no need to going shopping, I got all the clothes Three bands just in my line, you said you need some bows Three bands just in my line, you said you need some bows Money comin' in for them packs and now they goin' out Can't even smoke up in hotels but, bitch, we burnt it down I get to geekin' off that liquor now it's going down She get to geekin' off that drink and now she going down Can't even smoke up in the sprinter, they gon' kick me out (uh) I know this hoe, she got a man but she gon' suck me now (uh) Bro hit a bank we saw them bands and then we took it out You sellin' booty or the coochie? What you really 'bout? I used to be smokin' on duty now I got some loud She say her man got him some racks so we gon' take him down (ayy, ayy) Bands comin', in we copped the foreign now we getting out Packs comin' in, we got em in an now you in a drought We double back, hit they block, and we spin again We double back, hit they block, and we spin again We double back, hit they block, and we spin again When I hop up out this car bet I kill your friend Ayy, broadie sellin' packs while he in the trap, ayy Posted wit' my strap, I be in the back Got this .30 on my hip, please don't try me, man No, a nigga don't give no f*ck, I'm coming for them bands Car crashed, had to change that 'Rari for that Lambo Get paid, you know your bitch know what a nigga been on Packs comin' in, you know my niggas finna get 'em gone Bullets to his head, that nigga can't think about his dome Push up on him with that gat, that nigga movin' wrong I do a hit straight with my niggas then I'm going home Bad bitches, she super thick I'm taking off her thong It ain't shit to spend no coins 'cause I got all the hoes It ain't shit to spend no coins 'cause I got all the hoes Ain't no need to going shopping, I got all the clothes Three bands just in my line, you said you need some bows Three bands just in my line, you said you need some bows
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Written by: Moses McGee, Nicholas Simmons
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