Bow Down (feat. Denzel Curry)

Let me give you a little inside information about God

It's my time now

I ain't worried 'bout s**t

N***a I ain't worried 'bout s**t 'less there's 36 O's in the key

OG n***as call me big bruh

Knowing godd**n well that they older than me and

I ain't worried 'bout s**t

N***a I ain't worried 'bout s**t 'less there's 16 O's in a pound

New god blow

N***a this that new god blow y'all b***h n***as better bow down

I ain't worried 'bout s**t

Denzel with the L at the end of the noun

Makin' sure their child could see the cap and the gown

Too many lil n***as still runnin' around

Come face to face with the wild and that's the end of your child

Universe gangsta is the god of the sound

From the planet of the nectar on the sea and the isles

Wanna see an angel dead Let's walk a few miles

With a sword halo and a crown so round

Like root canal in your mouth

F**k around you get 40 cal

B***h what the f**k is beef to a slaughterhouse

Got sticks that'll knock your baby momma out

Scratch that knock Harry Potter out

Hit his head on Obama's couch nail Obama's scout

Y'all n***as is sauerkraut

When the villain bring the choppers out then they call you out

Tell me what's that about When you catch 'em then you ash 'em out

Get the money then I'm cashin' out

Really what is that about What's that about

My n***a tsk tsk

Only shoot once it's a hit and if you shoot twice it's a miss

My n***a bang bang

F**k that let his brains hang n***a f**k that let his brains hang

36 O's in a brick 16 O's in a pound

AK47 with the red beam and a drum on that b***h hold 150 rounds

Go and ride with your squad

N***a you could die with your squad trynna get live with your squad

Young OG n***a I'm a young OG

Get toe tagged trynna play hard

And it's money over boppers

My young n***a's ex pill popper all of 'em ride with them choppers

Call a mortician ain't no need for a doctor

Call a mortician ain't no need for a doctor

Dead on arrival yeah I said dead on arrival

Swear to God on a stack of Bibles

Headshot a n***a we'll shoot 'em no survivor

Headshot a n***a we'll shoot 'em no survivor

Cold heart n***a that's how they raised me

Kill or be killed so you really can't blame me

Straight up the gutter where they killin' over words

F**k around and get toe tagged in front of your baby

N***a get buck

Swear to God n***a get buck first time let it be your last

I ain't worried 'bout s**t

N***a I ain't worried 'bout s**t send a murder gang at your p***y a*s

Bow down

F**k n***a

Bow down

F**k n***a

Bow down

F**k n***a

Bow down

F**k n***a

Better to reign in hell than to serve in heaven is that it

Why not I'm a fan of man