Bow Chicka Wow Wow lyrics

[Intro]
(Wasn't— wasn't— wasn't—)
Top slatt, b*tch
Oh, sh*t
You know who the f*ck that is
Oh, sh*t, oh, sh*t

[Chorus]
Gun talk, let's up that gunplay
My lil' bro f*ckin' throwed off, raisin' hell on Sunday
Why not blow the bag? I'ma save it one day (Bow chicka wow wow)
Copped a half this Tuesday, it was gone last Monday

[Verse 1]
Lil' reef get the racks off (Bow chicka wow wow), big reef bring the racks in (Bow chicka wow wow)
Get dope from the west side (Bow chicka wow wow), get hate from the backend (Bow chicka wow wow)
Broke boy livin' with his momma, livin' life with no passion
f*ck, wanna count them commas, slime send a hatin' b*tch out packin'

[Refrain]
Bow chicka wow wow, bow-bow-bow-bow chicka wow wow
Bow chicka wow wow, bow-bow-bow-bow chicka wow wow
Bow chicka wow wow, bow-bow-bow chicka wow wow, ayy, ayy
Bow chicka wow wow, bow chicka wow, bow chicka wow wow, wow, wow, wow

[Verse 2]
Yeah, slime rock Guess, f*ck it, I guess (Am I right?)
Hit his ass in the chest, damn, in the chest? God knows I ain't right
Off Perc like a zombie, I'm damn near dead
Hi-Tech done got mе, cup damn near bled
I was on my di*k, all them tеars I shed
Now my boxers Rick and my life like SEX
Since me was a jit, been in the mix like Chex (Damn, damn)
Pulled up to your sh*t, knock his ass out like FLEX
[Refrain]
Chicka wow wow, top slatt (Wow)
Wow, yeah, yeah, wow
Bow chicka wow wow, bow chicka wow wow, ayy, ayy
Bow chicka wow wow, bow chicka wow
Bow chicka wow wow, wow, wow, wow

[Chorus]
Gun talk, let's up that gunplay
My lil' bro f*ckin' throwed off, raisin' hell on Sunday
Why not blow the bag? I'ma save it one day (Bow chicka wow wow)
Copped a half this Tuesday, it was gone last Monday

[Verse 2]
Took a play for a job, Glock got a button and a knob
Fat f*ck-ass boy, you a slob and your rap's not it, get a job
This week had sucked, on God, I'ma leave it to God
T-6 flight with a rod, in the sky, finna shoot at the birds
We turnt the f*ck up, not burned, hit your b*tch ass up, you learn
Push up, get put in a urn, for this life, I did nothin' but earn, ayy
Momma said she was concerned 'cause the pills in my tummy was makin' it turn