Bow Down

Ay, BeatOn (what it do?) Ay, I need some beats, bro, I'm finna head to the studio right now Say less, what vibe you on? Man, just shoot me some type shit 'Bout to send you a pack right now Alright, that's a bet I call my boy BeatOn, tell him put a beat on My ice more cold than a can full of freon You talkin' 'bout you're pissed off, get you a peon This weed is from Cali and my car European I be shinin' like some neon, a hatin'-ass bitch, man I wouldn't wanna be one, every time they hear me talk They like, damn, where is he from? Bitch, I'm from Texas, Bimmer, not a Lexus I'm in that old-school bangin' gears, drivin' reckless I gave your bitch my number, now she won't stop textin' Twenty thousand dollars for an iced-out necklace Smokin' on that killer, pocket full of scrilla I only smoke the high, no, I don't smoke the middle I got more zippers than a jacket off of Thriller Big boss man what I see inside the mirror I never see my haters at the bank or at the dealer Or at Pappasito's, garlic butter with fajitas Damn, that's crazy, I fuck a bitch, make her crazy I'm an outsider like Swayze, I smoke too much, now I'm lazy And everythin' lookin' hazy, I bought a Glock for my safety I told her swallow my babies, I'm smokin' flowers like daisies Now my weed taste amazin' and I see why they hate it I keep some chrome wheels skatin', could fuck they ho without datin' Me and the plug, we related, I'm flyin' P's like the '80s 'Cause shippin' packs overrated, I'm thankin' God that I made it Spark big blunts with a smile on my face I'm happy than a bitch 'cause I just beat my case The smoke from the 'Wood hit my eye, feel like mace I just got some stamps, trade my lick for some shake Droppin' dick inside this bitch, finna cause an earthquake And the way these haters fall, I should probably keep a rake Yeah, the way that DRODi ball, should've hit the NBA, man I'm on the stage, they screamin' my name, I see titties in the front row I'm a dirty-ass Mexican, I'm hawkin' loogies in her butthole How many dicks is a buttload? 'Cause I bring enough for a truckload Saturday night off the liquor I fucked around and fucked a stud ho (shut up, ho) Kickin' gluteus maximus, killin' people on accident I got a partner named CJ from the Peach And, yes, he's crackin' shit (ay, cuh) The lines of the pollen be flyin' inside of the white vehicle Skonkas blowin' me up like, "No, bitch, I don't wanna be with you" Live in Cali, steppin' into Vegas, I'm on the way to Denver When I get there, I'll probably get some pussy And make her pay for dinner In the Escalade and it's fogged out It look like mountains in the distance On the highway sittin' sideways tryna do this music mission Oh, he a Mexican from Texas and he spittin' like that? What the fuck? I ain't never heard of that, that's like a cow tryna fuck a duck These ain't feathers you wanna pluck Pop the trunk and then make it pump (boom-boom) Bumper kit shinin', Mexican still grindin' See that boy actin' a clown? Never mind him Get drunk and get high, pop X and ask why I'm still too fly and I still serve fry (I'm still too fly and I still serve fry) Bumper kit shinin', Mexican still grindin' See that boy actin' a clown? Never mind him Get drunk and get high, pop X and ask why I'm still too fly and I still serve fry Bow down, bow down Bow down, bow down Bow down, bow down Bow down, bow down