Lyrics
Yuh
Bow
down,
'bout
to
get
it,
pow
pow
Fuck
around
with
the
50
Cal
Flow
Drop
that
ass
all
down
to
the
floor
Packing
a
bowl
Only
want
one,
but
I'm
tapping
'em
both
Half
of
the
coast
better
back
in
the
boat
Tapping
'em
both
with
a
bullseye
view
So
fine
when
I
run
up
in
the
booth
Steeze
of
a
gentleman,
I'm
off
in
the
pool
Fuck
what
you
think
of
me,
I
finna
bounce
I
been
around
with
the
boys
in
my
town
Flex,
about
to
ball
at
the
festival
Sex
and
alcohol,
we
the
best
to
call
God
damn,
we
the
man
from
the
badland
Pack
bands,
Van
Damme
with
the
backhand
From
the
pack
man
Yeah,
motherfucker
better
get
a
can
scan
now
So,
I'm
yelling
Geronimo,
pouring
up
shots
Do
it
so
natural,
filling
my
guap
They
see
all
this
green,
now
they
calling
me
hot
like
jalapeño
Bow
down,
'bout
to
get
it,
pow
pow
Fuck
around
with
the
50
Cal
Flow
Drop
that
ass
all
down
to
the
floor
Packing
a
bowl
Only
want
one,
but
I'm
tapping
'em
both
Stack
in
the
bathtub
Piff
in
the
Backwood
Finna
rack
up,
fuck
living
like
a
bum
Cinnamon
and
rum
any
minute
I'mma
pump
We
don't
fuck
with
you
people
Mia
Khalifa,
Selena,
or
Bieber,
second
I
think
you
should
bring
up
Selena
But
nobody
else,
don't
care
if
you
Jesus
Fuck
out
my
house,
I
don't
fuck
with
you
neither
Bow
down,
'bout
to
get
it,
pow
pow
Fuck
around
with
the
50
Cal
Flow
Drop
that
ass
all
down
to
the
floor
Packing
a
bowl
Only
want
one,
but
I'm
tapping
'em
both
Talk
that
shit
when
I
park
that
whip
Spark
that
shit
Light
up
the
napalm
with
a
face
card
Said
I
woulda
made
a
come
back
Funk
with
the
rugrat,
gold
on
my
neck
fat
Fuck
that,
I'mma
tuck
that
Where
the
buck
at,
boy?
You
basic
Wasted
I'm
way
too
smooth
like
latex
No
safe
sex,
woulda
fucked
your
bitch
But
I'd
rather
foreplay
with
the
pay
cheques
Wasted
Bulldog
for
the
bacon,
sign
that
paper,
dot
it
Celebrity
status,
I
got
it
A
label
ain't
nothing
but
problems
I
swear
that
I
been
at
the
bottom
This
50
Cal
Flow
is
the
reason
I'm
balling
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