Bossed Up

(Hol' On)
I shoot my shot and don't miss shit (Huh, huh?)
I treat this hoe like a classroom
We just fuck her and dismiss, (Doggin)
She wanna fuck 'cause I'm up
But she can't get nothing but this dick, (On gang, gang)
My niggas really do drills
And be in the fields, Pick Six, (Go long)
Be honest, you not tryna rob
My young nigga slide, Saint Nick, (Skrr, skrr)
Treat a fuck nigga like art
Let's make a collage, and paint shit, (Rrrrrraaaaaahhhhh)
I hit the show with my hammer
I'm going bananas, ape shit, (Uh)
I want them to try and come take shit, (On gang)
Imma make sure his muhfucking face split, he dead (Gone, gone)

Came out the mud, I'm bossed up
I ran it up, now bitches be feeling the youngin
I'm fresh when I walk up, (Walk up)
And I'm still in the hood, designer my fit
I walk in this bitch, I be sauced up

Niggas like domad, I ain't gotta say shit, niggas know that, (On gang)
My young niggas staining and banging
Pull up get to aiming and blow, where yo fro' at (Rrrrrraaaaahhhh)
And I hit yo' Lil' thot, where the flow at?
I was clutching a Glock in a throwback, (On meeeee)
And I'm lit like a lighter
I'm in the trap with them snipers, I'm feeling like Kodak
We can do anything, anywhere, behind that lou nigga
In the trenches, independent
Still bomb up in this like suits, nigga (Aye, gang)
Them niggas over there looking and shit (Hol' on)
And I'm like who nigga?
Get on the fucking ground, cause we finna shoot niggas!

Go to your city and pull out them bands
Right after the show, I'm fucking my fans (Ayeee)
We got more drums than a band
And I don't fuck with niggas like I'm in a Klan (Ayeee)
She eat the dick with no hands
Fo' grind, I got slime on top of my pants (Ayeee)
She tryna gimme a dance
Said you know what you doing might give you a chance (Ayeee)
I'm everywhere like there's two of me
And I still got the stick, bought the Louis V
Couple bad bitches be boosting me
What you on nigga, fuck what you used to be
Have my young nigga pop out and shoot for me
Is you riding nigga? What can you do for me?
See my niggas all do the foolery
So you niggas ain't tricking or fooling me
On gang, gang, hol' on

Yeah, niggas know how I run shit
Aye, Y'all niggas pass me the woods, I'm tryna roll up
In this bullshit