Boss Shit

[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