Bow Down (feat. Denzel Curry)

I ain't worried about shit (Nigga) I ain't worried about shit, unless there's 36 O's in the key OG niggas call me big bruh, knowing goddamn well that they older than me and I ain't worried about shit (Nigga) I ain't worried about shit, unless there's 16 O's in a pound New god flow, nigga this that new god blow, y'all bitch niggas better bow down I ain't worried 'bout shit Denzel with the L at the end of the noun Making sure that y'all don't see a cap and the gown Too many lil niggas still runnin' around Then face to face with the wild and that's the end of your child Universe, gangsta it's the god of the sound From the planet of the nectar on the sea of 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 Fuck around, you get 40 cal'd Bitch what the fuck 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 scalp Y'all niggas 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 nigga, tsk tsk Only shoot once it's a hit, and if you shoot twice it's a miss My nigga bang bang Fuck that, let his brains hang, nigga fuck 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 bitch hold 150 rounds Go on ride with your squad Nigga you could die with your squad, trynna get live with your squad Young OG, nigga I'm a young OG Get toe-tagged trynna play hard And it's money over boppers My young nigga'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 nigga, reassuring no survivor Headshot a nigga, reassuring no survivor Cold heart nigga, 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 Fuck around and get toe-tagged in front of your baby Nigga get buck Swear to God nigga get buck, first time let it be your last I ain't worried 'bout shit Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout shit send a murder gang at your pussy ass Bow down (Fuck nigga!) Bow down (Fuck nigga!) Bow down (Fuck nigga!) Bow down (Fuck nigga!)