Big Boss

Yeah, ayy
Okay
Beep beep, turn up the show, brrt, go
Look
Back up, racks up
Listen, gang
Big boss, big moves, ayy, big table
Big guap, big paycheck, ayy, big label, ayy
Big cups, big syrup, ayy, not maple
Wake up, get fresh (Fresh, fresh)
Chase paper (That's ice)
Two bitches love me, ayy, they freaks (Hah)
One bitch, two Glocks, ayy, three deep, ayy
New ice, new bling (Ice, ice, ice), VV's (VV)
Your nigga eat me, I'm treats (Yeah)
Yeah, we gang (Ayy)
Got shooters, they goin' insane
Rockin' with Molly, she pass me that thing
I still be in the hood with them niggas that bang
Ayy, play with these hoes
Like some keys on pianos
Pull up them Dracos and sing like sopranos
Whole lot of bullets, a whole lot of ammo
Kick back and let go and that thing going blam-o
Yeah, go
Bring out them racks and
Get robbed in the store
Smoked all the pack, had to tell 'em bring more
If you ain't from Texas, you takin' our flow
Book 'em a flight then we shoot up the show
Ah, we not playin', ayy
Thirty round Draco kick back
Ah, get to sprayin'
Big boss, big moves, ayy, big table
Big guap, big paycheck, ayy, big label, ayy
Big cups, big syrup, ayy, not maple
Wake up, get fresh (Fresh, fresh)
Chase paper (That's ice)
Go, yeah
Yeah, aim, yeah
Go



Credits
Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Jonathan Martinez, Marissa White, Brooklyn Bolden
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