Boss
Bitch imma boss
Ian taking no losses
And these niggas gone talk
But what they gone do when I off them
And i don't give a fuck what you thought
So you can quit all of that talking
Team of shooters like we boston
I'm having power like i'm Austin
Bitch i got bands on me
Kick her out the crib like Jackie Chan on me
Shorty in a rush i told her wait for me
Money to my ear so what you say to me
Bitch i'm the man
Fuck nigga know ian playing
I get behind it and go super saiyan
Go ask ya bitch if you don't know who i am
She say she love me she fucking my man
I'm bussin ha but i'm jocing her friend
Cross me out once i can't trust you again
Show yo true colors won't love you again
I got it on my own
So baby don't you call my phone
That money right my wrongs
You left me now you're all alone
I got a check on me
So don't you try to flex on me
I keep a tech on me
For niggas tryna stretch on me
Bitch imma boss
Ian taking no losses
And these niggas gone talk
But what they gone do when I off them
And i don't give a fuck what you thought
So you can quit all that talking
Team of shooters like we boston
I'm having power like i'm Austin
Bitch i got bands on me
I kicked her out the crib like Jackie Chan on me
Shorty in a rush i told her wait for me
Money to my ear so what you say to me
1k on a whole lot of slatt shit
Send shots we gone send em right back bitch
And my pockets on swole like a fat bitch
Swole like a fat bitch
Ian travis scott but i'm smoking on cactus
Ian taking no losses
And these niggas gone talk
But what they gone do when I off them
And i don't give a fuck what you thought
So you can quit all of that talking
Team of shooters like we boston
I'm having power like i'm Austin
Bitch i got bands on me
Kick her out the crib like Jackie Chan on me
Shorty in a rush i told her wait for me
Money to my ear so what you say to me
Bitch i'm the man
Fuck nigga know ian playing
I get behind it and go super saiyan
Go ask ya bitch if you don't know who i am
She say she love me she fucking my man
I'm bussin ha but i'm jocing her friend
Cross me out once i can't trust you again
Show yo true colors won't love you again
I got it on my own
So baby don't you call my phone
That money right my wrongs
You left me now you're all alone
I got a check on me
So don't you try to flex on me
I keep a tech on me
For niggas tryna stretch on me
Bitch imma boss
Ian taking no losses
And these niggas gone talk
But what they gone do when I off them
And i don't give a fuck what you thought
So you can quit all that talking
Team of shooters like we boston
I'm having power like i'm Austin
Bitch i got bands on me
I kicked her out the crib like Jackie Chan on me
Shorty in a rush i told her wait for me
Money to my ear so what you say to me
1k on a whole lot of slatt shit
Send shots we gone send em right back bitch
And my pockets on swole like a fat bitch
Swole like a fat bitch
Ian travis scott but i'm smoking on cactus
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Writer(s): Lloyd Briggs
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