Bows

[Intro]

Ballin' with me to, he got that stick with him (Got that stick on him), ayy

Pull up, bitch, he got that stick on him (That .30, nigga)

If a nigga tryna play the we gon' get on him (Gon' het on him), shh

We ain't playing 'round (Bitch)

[Chorus]

Brodie sellin' packs while he in a trap

Posted with my strap, I be in the back

Got that study on my hip, please, don't try me, man

Know a nigga don't give no fuck, 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 bitch, 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 goin' shopping, I got all the clothes

Three bands, that's in my line, you said you need some bows

Three bands, that's in my line, you said you need some bows

[Verse]

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

I know this ho, she got a man but she gon' suck me now

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 booty 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 and now you in a drought

We double back, hit they block then we spin again

We double back, hit they block then we spin again

We double back, hit they block then we spin again

When I hop up out this car, bet I kill your friends (Ayy)

[Chorus]

Brodie sellin' packs while he in a trap

Posted with my strap, I be in the back

Got that study on my hip, please, don't try me, man

Know a nigga don't give no fuck, 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 bitch, 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 goin' shopping, I got all the clothes

Three bands, that's in my line, you said you need some bows

Three bands, that's in my line, you said you need some bows