Bo$$ up

Call my own shots boss
Having faith in another
That get you double cross
Make ya money summersault
I was a 80's baby with poor graphics on my Atari
Before p5 my console pixels were foggy
Now I see shit crystal clear
I be high like chandeliers
Very seldom throw it back
But when do sip Belvedere
Why shopping in my closet I got tags that need popping
Many retros you would swear you at the mall in foot locker
My bitch hair down to her butt long like she chubakka
Skin same color as Henny straight no vokka
My grammar so hood but I'm bipolar
Switch to proper Pharmaceutical script I prescribe no doctor
You rapping about cruise control I'm talking auto pilot
Taking flight like lebron
No parachute skydiving
Banks in my rotation rubber bands on big faces
My heat always adjacent whenever in of need spraying
Boss up
Cross your tees and dot your i's before you cross us
Crucifix and holy water never stopped us
Messy like a nigga mya who gone pop us
Heard it was some beef until with meet don't make me pop up

Anywhere I'm rolling i be smoking Presidental never choking
Close my eyes just like they swollen
Hokus pokus holly molly that's a timex not a Rollie
You can't son me or big bro me
I be balling like I'm Kobe
Whip him like that nigga owe me
Where my broski fuck the he trophies
Bring a knife to a gun fight you die slowly
You can't poke me Presidential in my diem from the Am to pm
Very seldom rock a suit but when I do it European
Niggas want to be like Trae
But they can't speak da truth Titties out on the coupe
A easy target when you shoot
I hear he talking rap beef
What he think this 93
I'm trying to stack up on some M's before the lord send me to sleep
Nigga You anit shit
I'm from the grit but rhyme a little bit
Too much money to be selfish I'm just trying to get in where I fit
I anit da smartest but I trust no one
Cause I could be a target from Houma to New Orleans
We some bosses fuck a coffin

Boss up
Cross your tees and dot your i's before you cross us
Crucifix and holy water never stopped us
Messy like a nigga mya who gone pop us
Heard it was some beef until with meet don't make me pop up



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Writer(s): Tedrick Ward
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