Bow, Pt. 4 ft. HBK Leek Lyrics

We heard the opps in a spot they finna go kick it

Fuck it

Send us the addy

We got the drop on the loski

Punching on niggas that try to approach me

Big gat new strap for the low fee

Get clapped new pack for the broski

And we got the key to the city

They know we get busy it's finna get litty

Party

Party

We finna shoot up the party

They noticed we reaching for titles on top of the ladder we feel like the Hardy's

I'm in the back with a Barbie

She giving me sloppy

She sucking my dick all retarded

Shorty been tweakin off xannies

She started to vomit that shit got me nauseous

Frosty

Two flossy

New fit guess what this shit cost me

New thot can't get this bitch off me

Two shots no niggas can't cross me

We chasing the green for the cheese these niggas get packed ain't talking Lombardi

And we got the macs in the back we in this bitch strapped it feel like a car seat

Tryna get rich like Roddy the gwap in the box along with the diamonds

Give me the top

Don't care bout the Wap you know I don't listen to Megan Thee Stallion

Money moves that I'm making like Cardi

Drop the lo watch we shoot up the party

These bitches they love me I'm ducking em all but might go Minaj with a barbie

Let's go let's go let's go

Lose one point then we uppin the score

Dissing on bro

Bet you gon die laughing if you think it's a joke

I'm from the Raq

All white ones no timbos

Shots to his brain he doin the limbo

I got a knife imma give em a Slice he tryna go fight I do him like Kimbo

You not my brother

You not my blood

You not my homie then what is you here for

You better get low

Pole on my hip I'm uppin that bitch like I'm dancing to disco

I got the gas no citgo

Stick and a switch we ain't playin Nintendo

Niggas is gay fuck is you all on my dick for

Get poked if you reach for my shit bro

Back in this bitch and we kicking like Bruce Lee

Stacking my paper no loose leaf

And I'm groovy

These niggas they hating they mad they cannot remove me

And I'm saucey

Expensive drip with ya bitch I don't even know what it cost me

You can't off me

Niggas know the style ain't free but I gotta stay flossy

You want your life gotta put up a fight

He can't see cuz this beam to bright

Headshot it'll knock out his lights

They say killing is wrong but I'm making it right

Spotted his whip

We air out his rental

Shot to his face

It knock out his dental

Bullets is crashing knock out his window

She giving me brain

I'm losing my mental

Party

Party

We finna shoot up the party

They noticed we reaching for titles on top of the ladder we feel like the Hardy's

I'm in the back with a Barbie

She giving me sloppy

She sucking my dick all retarded

Shorty been tweakin off xannies

She started to vomit that shit got me nauseous

Frosty

Two flossy

New fit guess what this shit cost me

New thot can't get this bitch off me

Two shots no a nigga can't cross me

We chasing the green for the cheese

These niggas get packed ain't talking Lombardi

And we got the macs in the back

We in this bitch strapped it feel like a car seat

Bitch ass niggas man

It's just

It's just easy bro

Ya feel me

We ain't new to this

We true to this

Pull up to ya block with a ruger clip

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Bitch ass niggas

Y'all ain't making no cheddar

You come to us well make ya verse better

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