Paybraxx - Big Bows

Yeaaa
Uhh yeah
Uhh hey
Paybraxx
Paybraxx
Bitch I'm smoking big bows
They call it reefer
Blunt pass i'm a teacher
Bitch I been on
I'm never home
Treat Dallas like Four Seasons
I got lean up in these Dickies
Get popped for bout 650
I'm gone roll, roll, roll this dope
Gently down 360
Lil bitch I been a boss
Make these hoes jump just like Kriss Kross
My savings looking thick in case a nigga take a loss
But I ain't cause I'm winning
Got hollows in my simi
Oh you the man in town
Well wait till Paybraxx pop up in your city
3's on my feet
Watch me escape the scene
These niggas chasing me
Thank god I got the beam
Holon
I shoot to sting
Like pussy I'm bout my cream
It's me, Corey, Bubba, and Sav
Like 4 sacs, yeah we the 4 G's
Bitch I stack cake like a 7 Layer
Tell em see you later
BNB got elevators
We gone elevate you
Flavors like some Pringles
Shoot your shot
Lil bitch I'm single
I'm tryna fuck
I ain't tryna mingle
This ain't a Christmas jingle
This ain't hip-hop
This a hood bop
Make ratchets stop and drop
Make gangstas bust a Glock
Holon
Motherfuck a opp
I am like fuck a 12
If they ask we gone pop

Written by:
Braxten Berry

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