Bow Down (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro: Duffy]
(My n*gga Johnny got another one)
Ayy, you know the truth
b*tch
(Armani, this sh*t stuey, boy)

[Verse 1: Duffy]
Young stepper, I could make a bad b*tch bow down
VVSs, yeah, she see the diamonds hittin', bling baow
Don’t get hit with 40 cal, I got it on me right now
No pole, don't come around, that type of sh*t is not allowed
What's up in my clip? An awful lot of hollow rounds
Hit Mei Ling safe and sound, like, ayy, look what I found
I’ve been rappin', still got sticks at the couch at mama house
Give us flowers now, or later we gon' make you bow down
Clown n*gga think he goin' pound for pound with me, huh?
Ain't no other n*gga like me, baby, I'm a one-of-one
Young n*ggas got the motion, n*gga, f*ck bein' humble
Racks bustin' out the duffel, b*tch, I got it Off The Mussle
See the tеam, sh*t, your best bet is showin’ some rеspect
Slidin’ through the opps, we got the drop like are we there yet?
n*ggas wavin' white flags, I’m tryna get a n*gga stretched
n*ggas tried to silence us, it didn't work, so what's next?
We the flyest, sh*t, bow down to your highness
They say OTM them n*ggas with the crown and we icy
Free the homies, f*ck the police, we don't like ’em
Ugh, n*gga, get up off your ass and get to grinding
[Interlude: Blue Pesos]
Ugh
Ayy, grab that out my leaf bag

[Verse 2: Blue Pesos]
Bow down, get up on your knees for your highness
Seen a homie bust a safe, I started dancin' like a paisa
Keep the grass cut low for any pythons
Deep in the field like Randy Moss, you on the sidelines
My opps beggin', "P, let bygones be bygones"
Designer gun, extended clips filled with hollows
Pockets fat, they obese like Baby D
Shells to the back, he yelled, "Ricky", yeah, it's that deep
Smokin' big 'Woods in the back, wearin' pinkies
My palm out, should put it in my hand, that's how she greet me (sh*t, for real)
Bow down and stomp down, make 'em feet bleed
My mama in my ear like, "Why you buyin' all this bling bling?"
Tell the b*tch come correct or get left
Sneaky threats about the gang'll get him stretched
Sixty seconds then I'm out, with the bag don't mean a flex
Off the Mussle for the— yeah, you know the rest
Ugh