Bow Down Lyrics - Singles - Deniro Farrar

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 

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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 

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Bow down (Fuck nigga!) 

Bow down (Fuck nigga!) 

Bow down (Fuck nigga!) 

Bow down (Fuck nigga!)