Boss Life

Lyrics

[Intro] Think It's A Game Ant Chamberlain, that's a hundred points [Chorus: YFN Lucci & Offset] Uh, young fly nigga, I kick big shit, yeah Plus my wrist lit, hey, plus my bitch rich, yeah I'm a big pimp, yeah, I talk big shit, yeah We got sticks bitch, yeah, we don't miss shit, yeah, uh Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands look like headlights This the boss life, yeah My bitch exclusive and she boujee, yeah Real life no movie, whole lotta groupies, yeah [Verse 1: YFN Lucci] I got a movie clip in this lil' Uzi yeah They like to talk a lot, yeah, but we like to mute shit, yeah Pull up and shoot shit, yeah, all on the roof and shit, yeah Trap out the Ruth's Chris, yeah, bust down your cuban, yeah Montana, some like Tony Montana, whole lot of drums and bananas I don't fuck with no rappers, I got love for my trappers, yeah Reachin' for my chains, see, I know blood, they gon' whack 'em yeah, yeah New spot like the Falcons, new drop, this the fast one Get some top in the Aston, 1.5 in cash, bruh Young fly nigga, they like, "He so handsome" I might slide through in that Rolls Royce Phantom [Chorus: YFN Lucci & Offset] Uh, young fly nigga, I kick big shit, yeah Plus my wrist lit, yeah, plus my bitch rich, yeah I'm a big pimp, yeah, I talk big shit, yeah We got sticks bitch, yeah, we don't miss shit, yeah, uh Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands look like headlights This the boss life, yeah My bitch exclusive and she boujee, yeah Real life no movie, whole lot of groupies, yeah [Verse 2: Offset] (Offset) My whole cup polluted (Drank) Get in that pot and Hadouken! (Uh) We take the phone from the groupies (Woo) I'm drippin', baby, excuse me (Drip) Whole lot of gang in here (Gang) Nawfside niggas, no names in here (Nawf) Pinky ring crystal clear 40k spent on a private Lear (Fyuu) 60k solitaire (60 ball) I cannot vibe with queers (Uh-uh) I got the heart of a bear (Huh) Bustin' them down by the pair (Bust down) Patek Philipe, it's rare (Hey) I'm smashin', pullin' her hair (Smash) Trap fashion, look what I wear (Trap fashion) It's a ghost but do not be scared (Uh-uh) It's a Wraith with the stars in the ceiling, yeah (Stars) They go ape on them bars, catch a body, yeah Let my dick fill in her mouth like it's a cavity, yeah Sippin' on codeine, floatin' with no gravity, yeah [Chorus: YFN Lucci & Offset] Uh, young fly nigga, I kick big shit, yeah Plus my wrist lit, hey, plus my bitch rich, yeah I'm a big pimp, yeah, I talk big shit, yeah We got sticks bitch, yeah, we don't miss shit, yeah, uh Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands look like headlights This the boss life, yeah My bitch exclusive and she boujee, yeah Real life no movie, whole lot of groupies, yeah