Bow Wow lyrics

[Intro]
Choppers at my residence, look like I f*ck with Asians, n*gga
Uh, uh (Chinese n*ggas)

[Verse]
Ayy, choppers at my residence, look like I f*ck with Asians, huh (Let's go)
Turn my temper up and make yo' partner change locations, huh (Sheesh)
(She gon' let me f*ck and I ain't want no conversation, uh, damn)
She gon' let me f*ck and I ain't up no conversation, huh, and that's facts
My lil' bro 'nem havin' records, huh, he ain't did no tracks
I hope God forgive me, I'm at church with glizzies in my slacks (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Try to jack and I react, we'll put a n*gga ass on TV (TV)
I been showin' love, but now my heart poor, I feel like Sealy (Ha)
Take a look inside yo' pupils, I can tell you n*ggas' poodles
I'm an artist, my lil' bro a shooter, search him up on Google
In the trenches, f*cked up, had a contest with ramen noodles
Put this toaster on yo' strudel (Bah, bah, bah, bah), we give n*ggas face removals (He gone)
Ain't no talkin' when it's beef, we tryna chalk him with this heat
b*tches faint when I start smilin', put a caution on my tee
We start stalkin' where you eat (Damn), I can't talk to no police (He gone)
Smokin' musty pack, this sh*t got me coughin' in my sleep
Ayy, got a b*tch that's like GloRilla, she gon' f*ck like Sexyy Red
Put her coochie on me, I'ma pass if she can't wet the bed
We ain't into chasin' b*tches, I f*ck 'round and break a leg (Break a leg)
Throw a pop, you partner ight now, hit the tank and make a spread (Damn)
I got sticks throughout the city, I got b*tches 'cross the globe
All this money I been runnin' through, I need to talk to hoes (Hoes)
Got this burnin' in my britches, huh, Quin a walkin' stove (Been)
All these n*ggas do is bring me up, they must not talk to hoes, huh
We don't do the regulars, put a switchy on that thing (Put a switchy on that thing)
Hot doggin' yo' b*tch, she got my glizzy on her brain (Got her glizzy on her brain)
Ayy, lil' n*ggas do hits and put in business 'bout my name (Ha-ha)
I can't trust a b*tch for nothin', I fell asleep with all my chains on, huh
Make the b*tch say, "Ooh," I'm gettin' my Fredo Bang on (Ooh)
If you scared to take a risk, then we won't hang long, huh (b*tch)
She think f*ckin' with me and my bag gon' put her name on
Ayy, f*ck the b*tch, sit back, pour a deuce and turn my game on, n*gga
She can't get a baby out me or a due date, huh (Or a due date)
Shawty want a check from me to eat that tube steak
We already knew that boy got smush, huh, the news late
Ran after that bag when I was broke, I got my shoes laced
All I count is mozzarella, this new Porsche a panamera
Pockets breaded, that's Panera, Quin black, his b*tch vanilla
She know I'm a soldier, take her home and fold her like Manila
I went straight in, b*tch pus*y was bald as Chauncey Billa (Damn)