Quality Control
Bows
[Chorus: Bankroll Freddie]
Yeah, 'bows comin' in man, fuck this rap (Man, fuck this rap)
I don't fuck with rap n***as, all them cap (I don't fuck with no rappers)
Homie got switches on all these straps (Brrah, brrah)
Ridin' with a thot ho, hit my lap
Head so good make a n***a tap out (The head so good)
Get what you like, go 'head coked out (Go 'head by yourself)
Came like a rap n***a, I'ma black out (Bah)

[Verse 1: Bankroll Freddie]
'Bows comin' in, yeah, the kid just served (Yes, sir, yes, sir)
Drop me a four of that Trist, I'm swerving (Yeah, drop me a four)
Me and Fat Head in the 'Vette, we lurkin' (Fat Head in the 'Vette)
When I hit the club, n***a better not serve (Better not serve)
Me and my designer, yeah, I did it on purpose (Did it on purpose)
Reach for the chain, boy, your life ain't worth it (Boy, your life ain't worth it)
Kill 'em on camera, I'ma do it on purpose (Bah)
Boy, I got it on me (Boom, boom-boom-boom-boom), ain't never never nervous
Bitch, I'm a trap n***a, ain't no rapper (Trap n***a, ain't no rapper)
We don't consult, we don't meet no trappers (We don't meet no rappers)
I don’t fuck with rap n***as, n***a, they cappers (I don't fuck with these rappers)
Heels in the game, fuck with me, bet I lap 'em (Fuck with me, bet I lap 'em)
Last n***a play with the kid, I clapped 'em (Oh, baow, oh, baow)
Certified stepper in the hood, they gon' step 'em
Bitch, I'm a trap n***a, I ain't no rapper (I'm a trapper)
Bitch, I'm a trap n***a and I'm not a rapper (I'm a trapper)
[Chorus: Bankroll Freddie]
Yeah, 'bows comin' in man, fuck this rap (Man, fuck this rap)
I don't fuck with rap n***as, all them cap (I don't fuck with no rappers)
Homie got switches on all these straps (Brrah, brrah)
Ridin' with a thot ho, hit my lap
Head so good make a n***a tap out (The head so good)
Get what you like, go 'head coked out (Go 'head by yourself)
Came like a rap n***a, I'ma black out (Bah)

[Verse 2: Money Man]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm lovin' my ticket, I'm trappin' and fishin'
I'm handling business, I'm fuckin' the dentist
I'm strapped in the A, you could park up in Lennox
We trappin' low-key, we be servin' in series
My neck got baguettes and my wrist got a ratchet
I keep buying blickys, I keep buying switches
My BM complaining, she hate how I'm livin'
It's eye for an eye, we do not do forgiveness
My middle man Bezzo, and I make me commission
She want me to fuck, but she keep on insisting
My youngin go dumb with that stick, he ballistic
My bitch, she be scamming, she worried 'bout a quarter
I run up a million while rocking some Forces
If we catch a opp' on the block, he get torched
I pulled off from swervin' a vent with the horse (I pulled off from swervin' a vent with the horse)
[Chorus: Bankroll Freddie]
Yeah, 'bows comin' in man, fuck this rap (Man, fuck this rap)
I don't fuck with rap n***as, all them cap (I don't fuck with no rappers)
Homie got switches on all these straps (Brrah, brrah)
Ridin' with a thot ho, hit my lap
Head so good make a n***a tap out (The head so good)
Get what you like, go 'head coked out (Go 'head by yourself)
Came like a rap n***a, I'ma black out (Bah)