Bossed Out
Bow Bow Bow
Yeah Yeah
Aye mash you go crazy
Got the sticks and they talk
Yeah I won and you lost
Love the way that ass move
He said mash you so cool
He trying to eat off my plate
And I know where he stay
If that nigga want some beef
I'ma pull up with a K
I make music everyday
Yeah the grind don't stop
Get a bucket and a mop
Just in case she want to fuck
They killed my nigga in broad daylight
I think about it every fucking day and night
She sipping WAK
Never stop
Got a glock and its hot
You know mash put in work
I do music fuck a job
You know what I'm on I'ma get to the bag
When I get to the sack I'ma fuck up a bag
And that nigga funny like Bernie mac
Fucking on his bitch in the back of the back
Nigga you a lame get beat down
That nigga say he want another round
That girl want to fuck then turn around
Chilling in the back I'm bossed out
These niggas killing me
She got the best of me
I'm in her overies
She know the recipe
He not as cold as me
That bitch she feeling me
Smell like a bowl of beans
She bad like Billie Jean
I'm finally turn up
Hard like a rock too
She said I miss you
I'm like who are you
She said boy boo
I say who you talking to
I'ma dip and get the loot
She know how to play with food
I walk away like okay cool
She touching on me like who are you
I'm just freestyling
And you know we vibing
If you listen to my songs
You deserve to get those bands
Some of these niggas they some fans
What did Durk say give me one more chance
She took me in the room pulled down her pants
She put me in a trance
She like mash I love you
She rejected 4 dudes
She said mash I'm for you
She pop it out like a corkscrew
Got the sticks and they talk
Yeah I won and you lost
Love the way that ass move
He said mash you so cool
He trying to eat off my plate
And I know where he stay
If that nigga want some beef
I'ma pull up with a K
I make music everyday
Yeah the grind don't stop
Get a bucket and a mop
Just in case she want to fuck
They killed my nigga in broad daylight
I think about it every fucking day and night
She sipping WAK
Never stop
Got a glock and its hot
You know mash put in work
I do music fuck a job
You know what I'm on I'm a get to the bag
When I get to the sack I'ma fuck up a bag
And that nigga funny like Bernie mac
Fucking on his bitch in the back of the back
Nigga you a lame get beat down
That nigga say he want another round
That girl want to fuck then turn around
Chilling in the back I'm bossed out
Running round with mash it's a life of a goon
She ask me why I'm lying
I don't like to tell the truth
I feel like Michael Jackson
Told that girl to beat it (hee hee)
She told me my heart is so cold
I told her I'm anemic
I can't love no more
Leave me by my lone (by my lone)
So you just want my funds
You act like a Zoe but you not 1 of 1
Bossed up baby but you knew that
You ain't stepping my guy so give your shoes back
Yeah that's a Fendi bag
Put the glock right in my fanny pack
I took his chain he can't get back
He crying cause that's all he had
They look up to me like I'm dad
These niggas weird niggas fags
Hit em broad day I don't need no mask
I heard your song but it was trash
That boy is going outside
I got his hoe and he mad
She fucked me good this shit rad
You hating on me but I'm Bad
Yeah
Yeah
I'm bad
Yeah
Vency
Yeah
Go
Graaa
Yeah Yeah
Aye mash you go crazy
Got the sticks and they talk
Yeah I won and you lost
Love the way that ass move
He said mash you so cool
He trying to eat off my plate
And I know where he stay
If that nigga want some beef
I'ma pull up with a K
I make music everyday
Yeah the grind don't stop
Get a bucket and a mop
Just in case she want to fuck
They killed my nigga in broad daylight
I think about it every fucking day and night
She sipping WAK
Never stop
Got a glock and its hot
You know mash put in work
I do music fuck a job
You know what I'm on I'ma get to the bag
When I get to the sack I'ma fuck up a bag
And that nigga funny like Bernie mac
Fucking on his bitch in the back of the back
Nigga you a lame get beat down
That nigga say he want another round
That girl want to fuck then turn around
Chilling in the back I'm bossed out
These niggas killing me
She got the best of me
I'm in her overies
She know the recipe
He not as cold as me
That bitch she feeling me
Smell like a bowl of beans
She bad like Billie Jean
I'm finally turn up
Hard like a rock too
She said I miss you
I'm like who are you
She said boy boo
I say who you talking to
I'ma dip and get the loot
She know how to play with food
I walk away like okay cool
She touching on me like who are you
I'm just freestyling
And you know we vibing
If you listen to my songs
You deserve to get those bands
Some of these niggas they some fans
What did Durk say give me one more chance
She took me in the room pulled down her pants
She put me in a trance
She like mash I love you
She rejected 4 dudes
She said mash I'm for you
She pop it out like a corkscrew
Got the sticks and they talk
Yeah I won and you lost
Love the way that ass move
He said mash you so cool
He trying to eat off my plate
And I know where he stay
If that nigga want some beef
I'ma pull up with a K
I make music everyday
Yeah the grind don't stop
Get a bucket and a mop
Just in case she want to fuck
They killed my nigga in broad daylight
I think about it every fucking day and night
She sipping WAK
Never stop
Got a glock and its hot
You know mash put in work
I do music fuck a job
You know what I'm on I'm a get to the bag
When I get to the sack I'ma fuck up a bag
And that nigga funny like Bernie mac
Fucking on his bitch in the back of the back
Nigga you a lame get beat down
That nigga say he want another round
That girl want to fuck then turn around
Chilling in the back I'm bossed out
Running round with mash it's a life of a goon
She ask me why I'm lying
I don't like to tell the truth
I feel like Michael Jackson
Told that girl to beat it (hee hee)
She told me my heart is so cold
I told her I'm anemic
I can't love no more
Leave me by my lone (by my lone)
So you just want my funds
You act like a Zoe but you not 1 of 1
Bossed up baby but you knew that
You ain't stepping my guy so give your shoes back
Yeah that's a Fendi bag
Put the glock right in my fanny pack
I took his chain he can't get back
He crying cause that's all he had
They look up to me like I'm dad
These niggas weird niggas fags
Hit em broad day I don't need no mask
I heard your song but it was trash
That boy is going outside
I got his hoe and he mad
She fucked me good this shit rad
You hating on me but I'm Bad
Yeah
Yeah
I'm bad
Yeah
Vency
Yeah
Go
Graaa
Credits
Writer(s): Mashari Barnes
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