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2 s Bows From Out West Lyrics[Intro]
You know, I got my motherfuckin', uh
My motherfuckin' Biscotti, nigga, and I got my, uh
My motherfuckin' cup, nigga, and it's dirty, nigga
CEO (Sool, we got one, nigga)

[Chorus]
Ayy
Smokin' Biscotti and sippin' on lean
Countin' up hundreds, my money ain't green
Addicted to fashion, I shop like a fiend
I ride for my brothers, ain't no in-between (No)
He disrespect, so that nigga got pressed
I got some 'bows and they came from the west
I got some pointers and I got baguettes
Don't care 'bout no bitch, ain't got no shit for my ex (No)

[Verse 1]
Don't care 'bout no bitch, I be switchin' up hoes
This a new batch, I be switchin' up 'bows
Rappin' and trappin'
I do this shit with a passion, I'm strapped when I walk in my shows (Ooh)
These diamonds, they twinklin', dancin' on me
I'm strapped with that stick, ain't no handlin' me
I can't show no love, ain't no feelin' in me
My bitch say I'm crazy but that's how it be (Bitch!)
Just got a text and it say it's a go hard
A knock at the door, you [?] full of 'bows
'Migo back in, then we unload
I'm droppin' the price if it's movin' too slow (CEO motherfucker)
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Smokin' Biscotti and sippin' on lean
Countin' up hundreds, my money ain't green
Addicted to fashion, I shop like a fiend
I ride for my brothers, ain't no in-between (No)
He disrespect, so that nigga got pressed
I got some 'bows and they came from the west
I got some pointers and I got baguettes
Don't care 'bout no bitch, ain't got no shit for my ex (No)

[Verse 2]
It's up and it's stuck, I'm in L.A. in trucks
He made a diss, so his thottie got fucked
He could've been dead with his face in dirt
But I let him live and he hit him where it hurt
But if he want smoke, then he know where I be
Ride with your bitch with my dick in her cheeks
Ride with your bitch with my dick in her face
She give me face while she lickin' my face
My haters watchin', they lookin' at me
Envyin' me, but they mimickin' me
Lil' buddy, you know you not higher than me
I'm sippin' on purple and smokin' on green

[Chorus]
Ayy
Smokin' Biscotti and sippin' on lean
Countin' up hundreds, my money ain't green
Addicted to fashion, I shop like a fiend
I ride for my brothers, ain't no in-between (No)
He disrespect, so that nigga got pressed
I got some 'bows and they came from the west
I got some pointers and I got baguettes (Sool, we got one, nigga)
Don't care 'bout no bitch, ain't got no shit for my ex (No)1