Big Boss
And I'm runnin I been drippin with the sauce
Muthafuckas they ain't tryna get crossed
And I pull up bitch I feel like Rick Ross
Everybody know that I'm a big boss
Yeah I'm a big boss, but you so small doe
I be ballin like my name it be Ronaldo
Homie you is so lost, where's Waldo
And you know that we be going alto
Ay we in Toronto, smoke that cookie pronto
I be balling hard like I'm motherfucking Rondo
Yeah I'm head honcho, we up in the Congos
Slap that bitches ass like they motherfucking bongos
Trappin in a condo, with all of my homies
Got a big blunt so we pack it with the O.G
These bitches don't know me, still they want to blow me
Go my own way, no one really try to slow me
I pour me up some codeine, guess I'm going too far
Riding in a new car like damn this shit is so bizzare
Big fuckin patek on my wrist, it be shining like a star
And I pull up in this bitch, I be walking on Mars
Bitch I'm so high, and I pull up shoot my shot, it's a bullseye
And I'm Loki, all up in the sky, hella fly, drippin all up on my ride
It's a glide, shawty slide, she wan take the dick tonight, ho'
And I'm runnin I been drippin with the sauce
Muthafuckas they ain't tryna get crossed
And I pull up bitch I feel like Rick Ross
Everybody know that I'm a big boss
Yeah I'm a big boss, but you so small doe
I be ballin like my name it be Ronaldo
Homie you is so lost, where's Waldo
And you know that we be going alto
Muthafuckas they ain't tryna get crossed
And I pull up bitch I feel like Rick Ross
Everybody know that I'm a big boss
Yeah I'm a big boss, but you so small doe
I be ballin like my name it be Ronaldo
Homie you is so lost, where's Waldo
And you know that we be going alto
Ay we in Toronto, smoke that cookie pronto
I be balling hard like I'm motherfucking Rondo
Yeah I'm head honcho, we up in the Congos
Slap that bitches ass like they motherfucking bongos
Trappin in a condo, with all of my homies
Got a big blunt so we pack it with the O.G
These bitches don't know me, still they want to blow me
Go my own way, no one really try to slow me
I pour me up some codeine, guess I'm going too far
Riding in a new car like damn this shit is so bizzare
Big fuckin patek on my wrist, it be shining like a star
And I pull up in this bitch, I be walking on Mars
Bitch I'm so high, and I pull up shoot my shot, it's a bullseye
And I'm Loki, all up in the sky, hella fly, drippin all up on my ride
It's a glide, shawty slide, she wan take the dick tonight, ho'
And I'm runnin I been drippin with the sauce
Muthafuckas they ain't tryna get crossed
And I pull up bitch I feel like Rick Ross
Everybody know that I'm a big boss
Yeah I'm a big boss, but you so small doe
I be ballin like my name it be Ronaldo
Homie you is so lost, where's Waldo
And you know that we be going alto
Credits
Writer(s): Richard Russell Iii
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