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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bankroll Freddie
Bankroll Freddie
Rap
Money Man
Money Man
Rap
PatLacedThat
PatLacedThat
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Freddie Demarus Gladney III
Freddie Demarus Gladney III
Songwriter
Tysen Jay Bolding
Tysen Jay Bolding
Songwriter
Gregory Patrick Lane
Gregory Patrick Lane
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
PatLacedThat
PatLacedThat
Producer
DJ Ryno
DJ Ryno
Mixing Engineer
Bobby Youngblood
Bobby Youngblood
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Gregory Lane
Gregory Lane
Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Bows comin' in
Man fuck this rap
I don't fuck with rap
Because I don't cap
Homie got switches on all them straps
Riding with a thot hoe
Hit my lap
Head so good make a **** tap out
Get what you like
Go head coked out
Came like a rap ****
I'ma black out
[Verse 2]
Bows comin' in
Yeah the kid just served
Drop me a forty rich I'm swerving
Me and Fat Head in the Vette
We lerkin'
When I hit the club **** better not serve me
Me and my designer yeah I did it on purpose
Reach for the chain
Boy your life ain't worth it
Kill 'em on camera
I'ma do it on purpose
Boy I got it on me
I ain't never never nervous
[Verse 3]
Bitch I'm a trap ****
I ain't no rapper
We don't consult we don't meet no trappers
I don't fuck with rap ****
**** they cappers
Heels in the game
Fuck with me bet I lap them
Last **** play with the kid
I clapped 'em
Certified stepper in the hood
They gon step 'em
Bitch I'm a trap ****
I'm not a rapper
Bitch I'm a trap ****
I'm not a rapper
[Verse 4]
Bows comin' in
Man fuck this rap
I don't fuck with rap
Because I don't cap
Homie got switches on all them straps
Riding with a thot hoe
Hit my lap
Head so good make a **** tap out
Get what you like
Go head coked out
Came like a rap ****
I'ma black out
[Verse 5]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 6]
I'm lovin' my ticket
I'm trappin' and fishin'
I'm handling business
I fuckin' the dentist
I'm strapped in the A
You could park up in Lennox
We trappin lowkey
We be servin in series
My neck got baguettes
And my wrist got a ratchet
I keep buying blickeys
I keep buying switches
And my BM complaining
She hate how I'm living
Its eye for an eye
We do not do forgiveness
My met my man Bezzo
And I make me commission
She want me to fuck
But she keep on insisting
My youngin go dumb with that stick
He ballistic
My bitch 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 swerving a vent with the horse
(I pulled off from swerving a vent with the horse
[Verse 7]
Bows comin' in
Man fuck this rap
I don't fuck with rap
Because I don't cap
Homie got switches on all them straps
Riding with a thot hoe
Hit my lap
Head so good make a **** tap out
Get what you like
Go head coked out
Came like a rap ****
I'ma black out
Written by: Freddie Demarus Gladney III, Gregory Patrick Lane, Tysen Jay Bolding
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