BOSS BITCH - REMIX
It's 2:26!
Hold on, you trying to
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Hold on!
Stop the stream!
It's 2:26 AM in Cali right now, dogs
This niggas got a bedtime!
What the fuck?
Put a rocket to your throat and make you motherfucking drop, bitch
Pull up to your pad and wet it up, like a mop, bitch
All my shooters ninjas, take you out with some chopsticks
Think I'm capping, catch you lacking, dummy, I'm a boss bitch
I'm a boss bitch, baby, I'm a boss bitch
Pull up to your pad and wet it up, like a mop, bitch
I'm a boss bitch, baby, I'm a boss bitch
All my shooters ninjas, take you out with some chopsticks (Yeah, ooh, yeah, yeah)
I'm a badass bitch, pass my bestie the stick
'Cause I pull up with just my fist while they got choppers equipped
I got some badass bitches who all fuck with my shit
While you stay nameless at the functions, they don't know who you is
Bitch send 'em back, I keep it a stack
Next time I see you we'll be wearing black
I cannot relax, I've been in your bag
Today, you just in my way, your bitch give me a message to relay
She don't need you babe, all this fucking money make me cray
'Cause I'm that bitch with the big bag, I pull up on your bitch ass
I get my purple wig and then I head into the kick back
Fuck that bitch, shit, fuck a image
I don't play round with these women, brush my extensions
I shut him up before he even finishing his sentence
I don't even check up on him, he visit my mentions, uh, uh
Me and mol$ too cold, we don't fuck with you hoes
And you a broke ass hoe and I got money to blow, uh
Put a rocket to your throat and make you motherfucking drop, bitch
Pull up to your pad and wet it up, like a mop, bitch
All my shooters ninjas, take you out with some chopsticks
Think I'm capping, catch you lacking, dummy, I'm a boss bitch
I'm a boss bitch, baby, I'm a boss bitch
Pull up to your pad and wet it up, like a mop, bitch
I'm a boss bitch, baby, I'm a boss bitch
All my shooters ninjas, take you out with some chopsticks
Uh, bitch don't fuck with me now
Know I came up from nothing, "watch him stunting", fucking around
I grab the gat and pull it back and watch your head hit the ground
You think you funny but you don't say shit when no one around
These pussies talking out their ass!
These bitches don't wanna play
They gonna walk all on my name and then pull back in one day
They keep my name inside they mouth and in their head's where I stay
So when I'm up, they mad as fuck that they can't get in my way
I keep a strap if anyone just wanna come and run my fade
Pussy boy, talking reckless, till he's lying in the grave
Ask your girl for her favorite artist, she might say my name
They call me Heisenberg 'cause I be cooking every fucking day
That's why you know, that you don't let a weapon spray
'Cause I'll fuck your girl in your own house
That's the reason why your door was open when you came home yesterday
Put a rocket to your throat and make you motherfucking drop, bitch
Pull up to your pad and wet it up, like a mop, bitch
All my shooters ninjas, take you out with some chopsticks
Think I'm capping, catch you lacking, dummy, I'm a boss bitch
I'm a boss bitch, baby, I'm a boss bitch
Pull up to your pad and wet it up, like a mop, bitch
I'm a boss bitch, baby, I'm a boss bitch
All my shooters ninjas, take you out with some chopsticks
Hold on, you trying to
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Hold on!
Stop the stream!
It's 2:26 AM in Cali right now, dogs
This niggas got a bedtime!
What the fuck?
Put a rocket to your throat and make you motherfucking drop, bitch
Pull up to your pad and wet it up, like a mop, bitch
All my shooters ninjas, take you out with some chopsticks
Think I'm capping, catch you lacking, dummy, I'm a boss bitch
I'm a boss bitch, baby, I'm a boss bitch
Pull up to your pad and wet it up, like a mop, bitch
I'm a boss bitch, baby, I'm a boss bitch
All my shooters ninjas, take you out with some chopsticks (Yeah, ooh, yeah, yeah)
I'm a badass bitch, pass my bestie the stick
'Cause I pull up with just my fist while they got choppers equipped
I got some badass bitches who all fuck with my shit
While you stay nameless at the functions, they don't know who you is
Bitch send 'em back, I keep it a stack
Next time I see you we'll be wearing black
I cannot relax, I've been in your bag
Today, you just in my way, your bitch give me a message to relay
She don't need you babe, all this fucking money make me cray
'Cause I'm that bitch with the big bag, I pull up on your bitch ass
I get my purple wig and then I head into the kick back
Fuck that bitch, shit, fuck a image
I don't play round with these women, brush my extensions
I shut him up before he even finishing his sentence
I don't even check up on him, he visit my mentions, uh, uh
Me and mol$ too cold, we don't fuck with you hoes
And you a broke ass hoe and I got money to blow, uh
Put a rocket to your throat and make you motherfucking drop, bitch
Pull up to your pad and wet it up, like a mop, bitch
All my shooters ninjas, take you out with some chopsticks
Think I'm capping, catch you lacking, dummy, I'm a boss bitch
I'm a boss bitch, baby, I'm a boss bitch
Pull up to your pad and wet it up, like a mop, bitch
I'm a boss bitch, baby, I'm a boss bitch
All my shooters ninjas, take you out with some chopsticks
Uh, bitch don't fuck with me now
Know I came up from nothing, "watch him stunting", fucking around
I grab the gat and pull it back and watch your head hit the ground
You think you funny but you don't say shit when no one around
These pussies talking out their ass!
These bitches don't wanna play
They gonna walk all on my name and then pull back in one day
They keep my name inside they mouth and in their head's where I stay
So when I'm up, they mad as fuck that they can't get in my way
I keep a strap if anyone just wanna come and run my fade
Pussy boy, talking reckless, till he's lying in the grave
Ask your girl for her favorite artist, she might say my name
They call me Heisenberg 'cause I be cooking every fucking day
That's why you know, that you don't let a weapon spray
'Cause I'll fuck your girl in your own house
That's the reason why your door was open when you came home yesterday
Put a rocket to your throat and make you motherfucking drop, bitch
Pull up to your pad and wet it up, like a mop, bitch
All my shooters ninjas, take you out with some chopsticks
Think I'm capping, catch you lacking, dummy, I'm a boss bitch
I'm a boss bitch, baby, I'm a boss bitch
Pull up to your pad and wet it up, like a mop, bitch
I'm a boss bitch, baby, I'm a boss bitch
All my shooters ninjas, take you out with some chopsticks
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Writer(s): Miles Gregor Splaver
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