Boss Shit

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ayy, who dat? John Gotitt) Yeah [Chorus] I been on some boss shit Switchin' up my bitches like my outfits Thirty thousand dollars in my mouth every time I talk shit Boss shit, uh, traphouse like an outlet And the shit I spent up on my wrist, I could've bought a house with Boss shit, steady buyin' cars like where the drought went? Young nigga really gettin' paper, I'm talkin' five bank accounts shit Hold up, if it ain't no three-five, I can't roll up Just picked my son up in that Lam' truck, he said motherfuck a stroller, yeah [Verse 1] Whippin' Coca-Cola, uh, pockets gettin' swoler, yeah Motherfuck the 12 and fuck the niggas that came told ya, yeah Trappin' bricks of doja, yeah, came from California, yeah Exotic marijuana, iPhonе ring like Motorola, yeah I ain't fuckin' with thesе niggas, so bossed up, don't know who to trust now They told me to go plain jane, but all I know is bustdown I smoke so many pounds of dro, I probably never come down I was 'posed to stop some years ago, I still ain't put the cup down I turn up on a pussy ho, I swear that I won't turn down Niggas think somethin' changed 'cause I'm up now I'll throw it all away before I stand down I spend all this shit puttin' them fans down Catch him pants down, it's a man down I'm still hands-on when I'm payin' out Tell 'em run up on me, think I'm playin' 'round, bitch Yeah, chopper cocked, I'll really, really knock your head off, yeah Gunshots all they hear, rrr, and they sped off, yeah Aimin' for your top, fuck nigga, tryna knock your dreads off Thousand rounds for your big dog, niggas gettin' money and we layin' law, yeah [Chorus] I been on some boss shit Switchin' up my bitches like my outfits Thirty thousand dollars in my mouth every time I talk shit Boss shit, uh, traphouse like an outlet And the shit I spent up on my wrist, I could've bought a house with Boss shit, steady buyin' cars like where the drought went? Young nigga really gettin' paper, I'm talkin' five bank accounts shit Hold up, if it ain't no three-five, I can't roll up Just picked my son up in that Lam' truck, he said motherfuck a stroller, yeah [Verse 2] Grew up a lil' soldier, shit got worse as I got older, yeah Mama checked my backpack, found a hitlist in my folder, yeah In the club hollerin' out free Pat, hundreds so swole that a nigga can't fold 'em, yeah Never go against that, I'ma push a nigga's shit back, he don't do what I told him, uh Smokin' on some stanky, yeah, diamonds steady swangin', uh Wockhardt baby, three hundred a line's what I'm drinkin', uh No heart, showin' niggas love, you won't make it Treat that Lambo' like a go-kart, I take off like I'm racin', yeah Whip game is amazin', save that paper like a Mason My main bitch, she rockin' Gucci, Radric Davis, hoes hatin' I went bought out the damn doctor, he ain't havin' no patients Quick to draw down with that chopper, we ain't havin' no patience, naw Yeah, yeah, lil' niggas kept talkin' shit, went bought that Audemar, yeah Lil Jairmy treat her foreign like a racing car, yeah These bitches eat my dick like I'm a superstar Only if these hoes knew the truth, I'm just a dope boy [Chorus] I been on some boss shit Switchin' up my bitches like my outfits Thirty thousand dollars in my mouth every time I talk shit Boss shit, uh, traphouse like an outlet And the shit I spent up on my wrist, I could've bought a house with Boss shit, steady buyin' cars like where the drought went? Young nigga really gettin' paper, I'm talkin' five bank accounts shit Hold up, if it ain't no three-five, I can't roll up Just picked my son up in that Lam' truck, he said motherfuck a stroller, yeah [Outro] Boss shit Niggas tired of flexin' all these cars, that don't cost shit Boss shit, boss shit Niggas tired of flexin' all these diamonds, they don't cost shit Yeah