FW a Boss

Lyrics

[Intro: ShredGang Mone] Told the bitch to bring the bank out, she fuckin' with a— (My nigga Johnny got another one) The biggest Shred Told the bitch to bring the bank out, you fuckin' with a boss (A boss) Fuckin' with a boss Look (Shred, Shred) [Chorus: ShredGang Mone] I tell a bitch to bring the bank out, you fuckin' with a boss These are VS1 diamonds on my chest, this shit VOSS (Uh-huh) This ain't no lil' cheap-ass kit, this shit cost (Nah) She keep tryna put the kitty on me, heard I'm big dog I'm a top-hat robber (Yeah), Glock 40 popper (Yeah) 5 on this Draco' clip feel like Poppa (What up, Pops?) Nigga tried to get up on the whip, but I'm too polished (Yeah) Actin' like he did some shit to me, he need a Oscar I got a Drac' with a drum on it, damn near need a kickstand (Uh-huh) Nigga play with Paid name, put him on a shit bag Knock one of his mans off, make him twit pick that (Yeah) He a dead man walking when I drop this ten past Thing swerving lanes, bad bitch beside of me She in all Chanelly like I picked her up from [?] Way I turn this shit around, would think I came from poverty When niggas pay for rent, I'm 'bout to spend that on my Prada sneaks [Chorus: ShredGang Mone] I tell a bitch to bring the bank out, you fuckin' with a boss You fuckin' with a boss I tell a bitch to bring the bank out, you fuckin' with a boss You fuckin' with a boss I tell a bitch to bring the bank out, you fuckin' with a boss (With a boss, woo) You fuckin' with a boss I tell the bitch to bring the bank out, you fuckin' with a boss (Nigga) You fuckin' with a boss [Verse 2: LOM Rudy] Got no ones, turned that bitch, she think she 'spectful, what you bring your purse for? (Bitch) Twenty-five to five thousand what I charge a verse, ho [?] bitch I used my kit, what I gotta flirt for? They ain't tryna eat no breakfast, but they want that syrup, though If I'm out, that mean the bank out, you out, that mean the fake out I walk in and get the bag, then I leave like it's take-out I'd rather go the mile, some niggas, they like the state route My watch is just like me, when I got shot, I blew the face out I'm freewildin', I made a forty, I was back the first flight Mansion party, ask BandMan, I'm Mr. First Night Yeah, you always cuffin' bitches, man, you hold 'em so tight You don't even knee-deep to eat, I got on my ice Told my mama they can't fuck with me, that's them grindin' too All these niggas do is rap and lie, I just sell the truth Know the people love a comeback story, I'm the living proof (Yop) You should study me if gettin' pape is what you tryna do, nigga (On my mama)