Boss Thoughts

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[Verse 1: BandGang Jizzle P] They wanna know what's going on in my head, shit, a lot But meanwhile I glance at my Rollie in this puddle, how I want it all Shit, I need [?] 20 years old, I got too many bills My bitch steady trippin 'bout these hoes in my DM's The labels steady calling with these bullshit deals Get the fuck [?] [?] I wanna see my mama wrist whipping in that new [?] I'd rather see my lil brother trippin in them [?] [?] 'cause I got [?] Shit, really, I can talk shit for days But I'm ready to hit the street and find ways to get paid I grew up [?] crack dealing Pops wasn't around, so my uncles [?] Yeah, and one time for Uncle P Gold wrist, black Bentley, shit, that's how I wanna be Swerving through the hood, in the latest of the latеst Top down, giving the lil ones paper Man, that's thе life of a boss, but [?] Continue [?] [Verse 2: ShredGang Strap] Boss nigga, I'm tryna change up the game Mind only on the money, give a fuck 'bout the fame Bitch steady on [?] her BF a lame But I just hit a couple times, and disappear like a fade I'm on some boss shit, ducked off on some loft shit Rolling off on the zip, pouring lines til I'm [?] Shout my shooter, he'll spray y'all niggas Get your whole family shot, like a KMart picture Pump taking pics, [?] like FaceTime Run when you in your own hood like Trayvon We been riding, bitch, you been high like [?] 2 Glock 40's, you can get gunned down in daytime Boss nigga, I'll forever be a boss, nigga If it's beef, make a call, ain't even gotta talk, niggga And my lil niggas out of here Fuck around and get you [?] [Verse 3: BandGang Javar] I [?] niggas to work like [?] If you got some good [?], you can drive for [?] From Lancing to Indiana, I got five for you I got niggas' baby mamas swiping cards for us Got the hoes working harder than the cement [?] everyday I get a new recruitment Blueprint, show them how to work, then I don't do shit I bet your broke ass [?] whip and counting blue strips When they see [?] they know what tip we on We be fucking with them grams, like a nersing home I got enomies, I don't really stress them though Boss shit get niggas gone for the extra low Got my crew shining like new money Hoes'll have your mind clouded, tryna eat off you Your favorite rapper tryna cop from us He be snitching, so I act like I ain't got nothing