CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Oh Noo
Bow!
2020 be the year f**k ya n***as talking bout
WHOLE LOTTA BOW LIKE FIVIO
GLTTT
OH NO HE GONE FOLD
Oh noo that is not your mans he gone fold
Send a couple shots to ya dome
Balenciaga down to the toes
And you know I’m all in
Smoking on this pressure man it got me coughing
RIP to competition put them in a coffin
2020 be the year see them n***as hawking
And I don’t got got no heart so a n***a don’t feel
I remember eating noodles like a full course meal
And I think bout bro and I still get chills
Gotta do it for the gang b*t*h we gone hit a mill
And this money on my mind I can’t even think another thought
And these n***as all snakes so the money can’t get involved
And you know we on go , on go when the fam call
pu**y hating n***as swear to god I can’t stand yall
Ooh ohhhh ohh call up lil bro he on go
And push that 40 back to his skull
Cause we really get it in we don’t troll
Ohh ohh ohh we gone rock to it
I got some shooters spin the block they gone flock for me
And that’s my Brodie swear to god I spin them clocks for him
And he ain’t homie swear to god he ain’t rock with me
Oh noo that is not your mans he gone fold
Send a couple shots to ya dome
Balenciaga down to the toes
And you know I’m all in
Smoking on this pressure man it got me coughing
RIP to competition put them in a coffin
2020 be the year see them n***as hawking
Ohh aye
Ohh aye
Ohh aye
Ohh aye
Full Effect Boyz
I gotta choppa make him wu wu wu
I gotta choppa make him wu wu w
2020 be the year f**k ya n***as talking bout
WHOLE LOTTA BOW LIKE FIVIO
GLTTT
OH NO HE GONE FOLD
Oh noo that is not your mans he gone fold
Send a couple shots to ya dome
Balenciaga down to the toes
And you know I’m all in
Smoking on this pressure man it got me coughing
RIP to competition put them in a coffin
2020 be the year see them n***as hawking
And I don’t got got no heart so a n***a don’t feel
I remember eating noodles like a full course meal
And I think bout bro and I still get chills
Gotta do it for the gang b*t*h we gone hit a mill
And this money on my mind I can’t even think another thought
And these n***as all snakes so the money can’t get involved
And you know we on go , on go when the fam call
pu**y hating n***as swear to god I can’t stand yall
Ooh ohhhh ohh call up lil bro he on go
And push that 40 back to his skull
Cause we really get it in we don’t troll
Ohh ohh ohh we gone rock to it
I got some shooters spin the block they gone flock for me
And that’s my Brodie swear to god I spin them clocks for him
And he ain’t homie swear to god he ain’t rock with me
Oh noo that is not your mans he gone fold
Send a couple shots to ya dome
Balenciaga down to the toes
And you know I’m all in
Smoking on this pressure man it got me coughing
RIP to competition put them in a coffin
2020 be the year see them n***as hawking
Ohh aye
Ohh aye
Ohh aye
Ohh aye
Full Effect Boyz
I gotta choppa make him wu wu wu
I gotta choppa make him wu wu w
