Audio Push - BOW Boyz lyrics

Transcribing... [Verse 1 - Pricetag:] One time, look I'm the type of n***a who put on for his bros Went from sleepin' on the floor, then gettin' [?] show The type of n***a with no daddy, who was raised around Crips If the homie's gon' do time, we puttin' bread on his box The type of n***a on his pimpin' go this game and be pitchin' Who addicted to money but allergic to snitch and The type of n***a that know it's your girl and tell you she fine Lookin' you in your eyes, plot on her and tell you "She mine" [Verse 2 - Turtle NoJoke:] See I'm the type of n***a he hate and the type of n***a she love That smokin' on, that drinkin' on, that stamblin' at the club We the type of n***a, you the type of n***a that communicate with them boys Shots fired at 10 o'clock, [?] cop siren, hear that noise Beat that case like I'm O.J with a bad b**h like foreplay Car black like Rosay better listen what this boss say Play day like role play the bullsh**s [?] Car rent like a nose bleed Conversations like four jeans [Verse 3 - Pricetag:] I'm the type of n***a who ain't changed for fame With a single street mama that just gave him the game The type of n***as with emply christmas but ain't sad But gotta put on for his son and gave him what he ain't have The type of n***a who be stuntin', takin' all the chances Gettin' all this money, doin' the fly dances The type of n***a that's captain they call in the place Who puttin' and got a the top as it's fallin into place [Verse 4 - Oktane:] The type of n***a 'bout 50 deep in the club Bow Boy that got you girl trynna creep in the club [?] That'll make a nasty look girl, like your baby's mother The type of n***a that turn your club up Let me get that hand clap Bring me in the beat, I bring his head back Type of n***a that's gon' get on and stay on Type of n***a that make you clique diss just to hatin' on [Hook x8:] Yeah it' them Bow Boyz, it's them Bow Boyz (We on fire) [Verse 5 - Pricetag:] I'm the type of n***a who prolly should be runnig for mayor Who be sagin' in the toe, pinkie-thumbin' the air The type of n***a who ain't got no other choise but to make it Be on the d-low but the G-Code he never gon' break it The type of n***a who don't look at the tag when he shoppin' And go' jumpin' in the head up if the homies lockin' The type of n***a that see a belt and just spinnin' stack on it That hit the studio make the beat and then rap on it [Verse 6 - Turtle NoJoke:] See I'm the type of n***a that solid No word can break my [?] Lil mama hour fine call that b**h my perfect timing Introduce you to my giants, this is Fe, Fi, and Fo, Fum Might not got aim but, how you gon dodge 4 guns? Price what it do? Okt what it is bro? Can't convict the brodie if they can't find the witness Ask me what I'm doing and prolly kickin' back chillin' Rollin' up purps and then smoke to the ceiling [Verse 7 - Oktane:] Uhhh Type of n***a drinkin 'till his body heatin' up Mayweather with your girl's body, I beat it up Type of n***a that keep that money with a wedding ring You girl asked me "What's new?" and I told her "everythang!" BOW money and music, we winnin' n***a you loosin' And that's the main reason that your girlfriend choosin' I know I'm that n***a you ain't even got a clap Cause I run my city you ain't even got a lap BOW! [Price:] Ya! It's B-O-Dub n***a Ya already know what it is Man it's Brodies Over Everything my n***a It's Brodies Over Haters my n***a It's Brodies Over Fake n***as Man straight up Free my n***a Matt Free my n***a Ninja We out here you already know what it is I.E stand up! B-O-Dub, pinkie and thumb my n***as That's all you gonna see Let's get it [Hook x8]