Bows lyrics

[Chorus: Bankroll Freddie]
Yeah, 'bows comin' in man, f*ck this rap (Man, f*ck this rap)
I don't f*ck with rap n*ggas, all them cap (I don't f*ck with no rappers)
Homie got switches on all these straps (Brrah, brrah)
Ridin' with a thot ho, hit my lap
Head so good make a n*gga tap out (The head so good)
Get what you like, go 'head coked out (Go 'head by yourself)
Came like a rap n*gga, I'ma black out (Bah)

[Verse 1: Bankroll Freddie]
'Bows comin' in, yeah, the kid just served (Yes, sir, yes, sir)
Drop me a four of that Trist, I'm swerving (Yeah, drop me a four)
Me and Fat Head in the 'Vette, we lurkin' (Fat Head in the 'Vette)
When I hit the club, n*gga better not serve (Better not serve)
Me and my designer, yeah, I did it on purpose (Did it on purpose)
Reach for the chain, boy, your life ain't worth it (Boy, your life ain't worth it)
Kill 'em on camera, I'ma do it on purpose (Bah)
Boy, I got it on me (Boom, boom-boom-boom-boom), ain't never never nervous
b*tch, I'm a trap n*gga, ain't no rapper (Trap n*gga, ain't no rapper)
We don't consult, we don't meet no trappers (We don't meet no rappers)
I don’t f*ck with rap n*ggas, n*gga, they cappers (I don't f*ck with these rappers)
Heels in the game, f*ck with me, bet I lap 'em (f*ck with me, bet I lap 'em)
Last n*gga play with the kid, I clapped 'em (Oh, baow, oh, baow)
Certified stepper in the hood, they gon' step 'em
b*tch, I'm a trap n*gga, I ain't no rapper (I'm a trapper)
b*tch, I'm a trap n*gga and I'm not a rapper (I'm a trapper)
[Chorus: Bankroll Freddie]
Yeah, 'bows comin' in man, f*ck this rap (Man, f*ck this rap)
I don't f*ck with rap n*ggas, all them cap (I don't f*ck with no rappers)
Homie got switches on all these straps (Brrah, brrah)
Ridin' with a thot ho, hit my lap
Head so good make a n*gga tap out (The head so good)
Get what you like, go 'head coked out (Go 'head by yourself)
Came like a rap n*gga, I'ma black out (Bah)

[Verse 2: Money Man]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm lovin' my ticket, I'm trappin' and fishin'
I'm handling business, I'm f*ckin' the dentist
I'm strapped in the A, you could park up in Lennox
We trappin' low-key, we be servin' in series
My neck got baguettes and my wrist got a ratchet
I keep buying blickys, I keep buying switches
My BM complaining, she hate how I'm livin'
It's eye for an eye, we do not do forgiveness
My middle man Bezzo, and I make me commission
She want me to f*ck, but she keep on insisting
My youngin go dumb with that stick, he ballistic
My b*tch, she be scamming, she worried 'bout a quarter
I run up a million while rocking some Forces
If we catch a opp' on the block, he get torched
I pulled off from swervin' a vent with the horse (I pulled off from swervin' a vent with the horse)
[Chorus: Bankroll Freddie]
Yeah, 'bows comin' in man, f*ck this rap (Man, f*ck this rap)
I don't f*ck with rap n*ggas, all them cap (I don't f*ck with no rappers)
Homie got switches on all these straps (Brrah, brrah)
Ridin' with a thot ho, hit my lap
Head so good make a n*gga tap out (The head so good)
Get what you like, go 'head coked out (Go 'head by yourself)
Came like a rap n*gga, I'ma black out (Bah)