[Verse 1]
I'm just a nigga with dope (ya)
I really ain't got no dough (ya)
Some of these nights got so cold (ya)
Writing these lyrics in bold
[?]
Packing that shit like a bowl
It never fear so I grow
Selling you nigga's my hole
Ride around with the heat sitting by dicky call that shit a hot dog
Dark Knight to my city, biting on bity boy I think I'm [?]
Got the trap tag hittin' all in her Fendi [?], talkin' eight ball
We made plays dog, motion coming in like a motherfucking [?] dog
These nigga's think they slick, I'm flicker
I get rich, I help my nigga's
You get rich, you lose your mentals
Sell your phone for couple figures
You ain't really had no bag, broke ass hoe with a broke ass dad
Whole town even broke that's sad
I got my green than my grass
I got more connects than [?]
FIll my shit with 91, even my car get better gas
Nigga's still light up on red, might as well smoke a match
I got rich from sellin' hope, went bankrupt on all of that
Bowl cut was written by Killua the Pilgrim.
Killua the Pilgrim released Bowl cut on Tue May 30 2023.