BOW (Chopped n Screwed) Ghostemane

[Intro]
"Young Skywalker"

[Chorus]
I have not given a fuck since 1991
And I will put that on my life by my motherfucking gun
No killer but I do not take no shit from anyone
Bitch, bow fucking down
Or you might not see the sun again

[Verse 1]
I'm the trillest rapper you will ever see from 5-6-1
Only busters that be hatin' are ones that got no funds
If you got something on your mind then say it to my face
But I will not hesitate to put you in your fucking place
No name motherfuckers wanna sit around and hate
But when I come around and I get up in they face
They change what they say cause they get a little taste
Stick to your words and now cover your face
You ashamed that I came from the same part of town
But I'm making moves and now look at you now
Hatin' on a homie trynna live his dreams out
While you're sitting in a Civic with an empty account
If you don't know by now, I'm the realest representing FLA to the fullest
Solo set to the grave
Trust nobody in the game
Everybody in the game be the same way
Look in your face and they say one thing
The very next day that thing gone change
Shouts-out to the real homies that I know cause I know you don't fold
Everybody hit the floor
Bizzy got flow
Fuck all these hoes
Snakes in the grass only loyal to dough
Don't got no hope
Negative minds with nothin' inside bitch open your mind
Ghost white boy with a all black soul
Stuntin' in a Crown Vic 22 inch chrome
Gotta keep it cold till my pocket swole
Shouts-out Dirty Boyz from the gulf to the coast