Big Boss

Lyrics

[Intro] Protege Beatz Pour two fours up, big boss shit, fill up the trap [Chorus] I come from the cold, the rain But never give up, I promise I'm never breakin' my promise I'm gon' get myself paid, I promise Get my brother paid, I promise, ayy Mix my wins with losses But bounce right back on my big boss shit Fuck two hoes on big boss shit Fill up the trap with P's, big boss shit You got one time to cross that line and choppers gon' fly And too much dirty money don't fuck up family ties We grew up chasin' money, feel like my family died Ain't called your phone in four months, rather you do some time [Verse] No take-backs We come from workin' the front, broad day All day, we run through shake sacks We fuckin' them hoes, that's two at a time Hit licks, them two at a time Them paid lil' thousand dog stands want four at a time Them paid lil' thousands got broke down two at a time times two at a time We'll work your crib every time, you know me and K pull off all the time Pull off with a dime, came back with a dub, ayy Pints and pipes in the club, ayy Spillin' my feelings on drugs, ayy Most of my feeling on guns, ayy Creasing my heart for my loved ones And ten pints to go on my last one And ten hypes to go as my last drug Ten trips ago, my last plug Slept on the floor with no rug Now son say sure, my last word Remember them sales Try not remember them cells Mad white on the paint lookin' pale Think back, remember them bales and smells, ayy To the grave I'll go with this shit, I won't tell I ain't even gotta murk you Pull up, I want it, I'll buy it for a fact, that lil' shit purchased, ayy Bitch want a bag, she workin', ayy Bitch want a bag, no Birkin, ayy Tryna get my shit perfect Stamp on the brick in Persian Used to lap in the trap on purpose I was changin' my name on purpose Used to work in the rain on purpose 'Til the day they closed my curtain Work four traps on big boss shit Fuck two hoes on big boss shit Pour two fours on big boss shit Fill up the trap with P's, big boss shit [Chorus] You got one time to cross that line and choppers gon' fly And too much dirty money don't fuck up family ties We grew up chasin' money, feel like my family died Ain't called your phone in seven months, rather you do some time I come from the cold, the rain But never give up, I promise I'm never breakin' my promise I'm gon' get myself paid, I promise Get my brother paid, I promise, ayy Mix my wins with losses But bounce right back on my big boss shit Fuck two hoes on big boss shit Fill up the trap with P's, big boss shit