MC Bros - Bowflex Lyrics

Aiight Kritical what's da deal?
Turn me up a little but more though if you can
Damn Plugg I gotta ride around in a RT in this bitch nigga
Detroit in this bitch, all the way to the A-town
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

H1 Hummer 5 deep, no stretch (No stretch)
Ex girlfriend tryna work it out, Bowflex (Bowflex)
Cant f*ck wit you, cause I'm ridin with my next (My next)
She give me top down in the drop whip, no sex (No sex)
Just neck, I flex, Bowflex, diamond flooded Rolex (Rolex)
Red and white baguettes, in the kitchen with the Pyrex (Pyrex)
No flex (No flex?) ridin around with that check (That check)
O.G.K we up next, work ya girl out Bowflex (Yeah)

My main bitch her name is Keisha, my side bitch her name Kianna
My 3rd bitch her name is Cindy, all we do is smoke marijuana
Suck me up inside Hotel Rwanda, got the pussy wet up in the sauna
Got her thinkin I'm somethin like her father, But nah I didn't just have a daughter
Cement Vs go with everything, like Day Day rims, how I keep em clean
Im slidin to Rancho Cucamonga with a black bitch in a foreign thang
All these phone calls I'm ignoring mane, if it if ain't about no paper tho
A hero to my hometown, but I ain't captain save a hoe
Im'a young Detroit player, drippin sauce I got that flavor
My recipe contagious, get a taste now she wanna savor
Linked up with young Plugg, flexin Kritically on that beat
All allies being made, from the A back to the D

H1 Hummer 5 deep, no stretch (No stretch)
Ex girlfriend tryna work it out, Bowflex (Bowflex)
Cant f*ck wit you, cause I'm ridin with my next (My next)
She give me top down in the drop whip, no sex (No sex)
Just neck, I flex, Bowflex, diamond flooded Rolex (Rolex)
Red and white baguettes, in the kitchen with the Pyrex (Pyrex)
No flex (No flex?) ridin around with that check (That check)
O.G.K we up next, work ya girl out Bowflex (Yeah)

I bout to all this weight, like I just got a Bowflex
Shorty gone hop in this Vet, I just got me a new Tech
No I am not tryna flex, whip it up in a Pyrex
Whip it up, whip it up, whip it up, whip it up, whip it up to a Patek
Smokin on all of this loud, no I don't smoke on no stress
Hit ya bitch then I said next, bout the whip then I said next
I'm always buyin this new shit, no I am not like the rest
Sippin on all of this Tech, no I do not have a cold
Summer time get hot, put mu neck on froze
All this money can't fold, cause I'm nasty wit the flow
The blues in got us gold, me and my bro hit the road
We some young niggaz gettin paper, Bowflexin on you hoes

H1 Hummer 5 deep, no stretch (No stretch)
Ex girlfriend tryna work it out, Bowflex (Bowflex)
Cant f*ck wit you, cause I'm ridin with my next (My next)
She give me top down in the drop whip, no sex (No sex)
Just neck, I flex, Bowflex, diamond flooded Rolex (Rolex)
Red and white baguettes, in the kitchen with the Pyrex (Pyrex)
No flex (No flex?) ridin around with that check (That check)
O.G.K we up next, work ya girl out Bowflex (Yeah)

Got damn man, f*ckin MC Bros man
You f*ckin fly f*ckin bitches man
Like, how, how the f*ck did you guys link up with DJ Plugg and Bobby Kritical?
Now yo guys have a critical plug? What da f*ck!?
Im confused, Im confused smoking this K-2 man
O.G.K man, f*ck, I love you guys