Bow Down
Verse/Hook heavy, early 2000s crunk style, ultra-aggressive southern hip-hop, hardcore Atlanta trap rap, menacing maximum-energy hype beat, 140 BPM, pounding 808s, sharp hi-hats, rapid snare rolls, animated ad-libs, hype chants, deep distorted bass, punchy synth horns, intense build-ups, urban sound effects including gun shots, car screeches, police sirens, crowd yelling "hey!", raw gritty female rap vocals with raw gritty male ad-libs, call-and-response energy, club-shaking crunk vibe like peak 2000s trap era. raw intimidating club riot vibe, pure unfiltered aggression and Southern pride. Lead vocals: fierce aggressive female rapper, raw gritty delivery, confident menacing flow. Background vocals: deep male Atlanta rapper ad-libs only with aggressive shouts: "YEAH!", "WHAT!", "BRRRAT!", "FUCK 'EM UP!", "SKRRRT!", "GANG!", "RAH!", "BURR!", "TURN THIS BITCH UP!", "KILL 'EM!", "BOW BITCH!"
Bow Down
Verse/Hook heavy, early 2000s crunk style, ultra-aggressive southern hip-hop, hardcore Atlanta trap rap, menacing maximum-energy hype beat, 140 BPM, pounding 808s, sharp hi-hats, rapid snare rolls, animated ad-libs, hype chants, deep distorted bass, punchy synth horns, intense build-ups, urban sound effects including gun shots, car screeches, police sirens, crowd yelling "hey!", raw gritty female rap vocals with raw gritty male ad-libs, call-and-response energy, club-shaking crunk vibe like peak 2000s trap era. raw intimidating club riot vibe, pure unfiltered aggression and Southern pride. Lead vocals: fierce aggressive female rapper, raw gritty delivery, confident menacing flow. Background vocals: deep male Atlanta rapper ad-libs only with aggressive shouts: "YEAH!", "WHAT!", "BRRRAT!", "FUCK 'EM UP!", "SKRRRT!", "GANG!", "RAH!", "BURR!", "TURN THIS BITCH UP!", "KILL 'EM!", "BOW BITCH!"
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Bow down when I pull up, queen of the A,
Diamonds on frost, make these haters obey.
Stilettos click-clack like them shots in the night,
Bad bitch energy, I’m ready to fight.
Trap house jumpin’, bass hittin’ like thunder,
Pull up in the Lamb’, make the whole block wonder.
Money counter spinnin’, bands flip like gymnastics,
Haters talkin’ slick but they moves stay plastic.
[Pre-Hook]
Hey! Hey! Throw it back, make it shake,
Hey! Hey! Whole club irate!
Gunshots poppin’ off in the beat (brrat!),
Sirens in the distance but I’m still in these streets.
[Hook]
Get crunk, lil’ mama, turn it up to the max!
Throw that ass in a circle, bring the violence back!
Hey! What! Okay! Yeah!
I’m the baddest in the spot, make ‘em scream my name!
Get crunk, lil’ mama, we ain’t playin’ no games!
808s knockin’, let the chopper sing!
Hey! What! Okay! Yeah!
Queen of the South, put the crown on my thang!
[Verse 2]
Red bottom heels, blood drip on the pavement,
Opps talkin’ crazy, send ‘em straight to the basement.
Wrist game frozen, neck look like a glacier,
Pull the trigger on the beat, no safety, no chaser.
Club full of smoke, bottles pop like them straps,
Bad bitches only, no room for the rats.
I’m the trap Barbie, pink ‘Rari outside,
If you cross me once, best believe you gon’ die.
[Pre-Hook]
Hey! Hey! Throw it back, make it shake,
Hey! Hey! Whole club irate!
Car screeches burnin’ rubber in the back (skrrt!),
Crowd yellin’ loud while the hi-hats attack.
[Hook]
Get crunk, lil’ mama, turn it up to the max!
Throw that ass in a circle, bring the violence back!
Hey! What! Okay! Yeah!
I’m the baddest in the spot, make ‘em scream my name!
Get crunk, lil’ mama, we ain’t playin’ no games!
808s knockin’, let the chopper sing!
Hey! What! Okay! Yeah!
Queen of the South, put the crown on my thang!
[Bridge - Call and Response]
She say: Who runnin’ these streets? (I do!)
Who got the heat in the seat? ( I do!)
Who make the whole club bounce? ( I do!)
Who turn it up, no announce? (I do!)
She say: Who the queen of the South? (You!)
Who never backin’ down? (You!)
Who got the crown right now? (You!)
Who make ‘em scream it loud? (You!)
[Final Hook]
Get crunk, lil’ mama, turn it up to the max!
Throw that ass in a circle, bring the violence back!
Hey! What! Okay! Yeah!
I’m the baddest in the spot, make ‘em scream my name!
Get crunk, lil’ mama, we ain’t playin’ no games!
808s knockin’, let the chopper sing!
Hey! What! Okay! Yeah!
Queen of the South, put the crown on my thang!
[Outro/Ad-libs]
[Male ad-libs only]
YEAH BITCH! (BRRRAT!)
HEY! FUCK 'EM!
TURN THIS SHIT UP! WHAT! (SKRRRT!)
QUEEN SHIT ONLY! BOW THE FUCK DOWN! BOW BITCH!
ATLANTA STAND THE FUCK UP!
CRUNK FOREVER BITCH! (BURR!)
GANG!
ZONE 6!
EAST ATLANTA!
(AAAAH!)