BOSSES

Bitch I'm FMH we young and turnt now who is you?
We bosses at my table you a lame you get excused
We some young fly niggas in fancy clothes rocking Jewels
You aint step enough so you cant fit inside my shoes

Spiked toes and bloody soles bitch these is Christian loub's
Ironic how I'm atheist the shirt from Christian too
Niggas weak
Posting all these firearms and never shoot
Stupid bitch just asked me why I got the tag on my ksub's

Chrome hearts and foreign footwear only the socks is Nike
Christian Loubitons I step with caution cus they kind of spiky
Bitch talking bout the Future
Me and you Huh that's unlikely
Matter fact I'm peeling off right now bitch close the door behind me

She whipped the cock out
Glock out
Incase she try to line me
Check jimmy's at 8:30 am incase you tryna find me
Laid up with some bad shit stock Sig Saur still on my body
Sick as fuck my 2k just lagged I'm finna call up Ronnie

Now I'm on straight path just bumped into my fiend
He tryna flip a bean
And breaking news yo bitch just facetimed me
To watch flick the bean
On Ps and Qs
Bumping my new shit when I go pickup Gs
FMH for life no weak niggas get drafted on my team



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Writer(s): Fmh Staxx
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