Boss Boss

Lap Dog
Gat posted in my belt buckle
What you say lil bitch
Oh my bad
I thought you said something
Lil nigga I be dead wrong
Keeping pistols on my hip
Rat gon tell something
That why he can't be around
If I kill someone
I bet I never draw a crowd
Lil nigga
Who you talking to
Bitch I ain't clocking you
Idgaf
I ont look when you be walking thru
I ain't outchea stalking you
I'm barely outchea fucking you
Call it quits a million times
Leave
No one stopping you

I'ma mfing boss
B O S S
I'm in love with sex sex
Bad bitch Mexican
Relieve all of my stress stress
I make a mess mess
Breezy said kiss kiss
Fucking with no rubber
Making babys
Yeah my cum don't miss sis
Ima boss and I'm bold
I pay the cost of what I sold
I'ma youngin that shit got old
Fuck the law that's how it fucking goes

Yeah I'ma boss
Yeah ima boss
Yeah ima boss
Meech
Meech

Tel me something I ain't know
Acting like I ain't go
Jails 400 people
In a cell up in Fredco
Look at what I did tho
Ima prolly go pro
If I ball out I'm the only one they'll know tho
Checking me out mama
I'm on top of the world
Came from the bottom
I'm on top of your girl
Backshots gold
Diamond on froze
Ice box got me customizing my whole rollex
Beatbox Pole
He next to be on
Ima kill a nigga
For the fuck of it
He run
Ima have to pay my lawyer 25 bands
He gon get me off
I ain't ratting on my friends
Beamer or a Benz
I8 rims
Twinkle on the spinners
Like the 80s lil nigga
Top notch kid
Reebok and Tim's
Ima spell it out for you
G U N

I'ma boss
B O S S
I'm in love with sex sex
Bad bitch Mexican
Relieve all of my stress stress
Ima make a fucking mess mess
Breezy said kiss kiss
Fucking with no rubber
Making babys
Yeah my cum don't miss sis
Ima boss and I'm bold
I pay the cost of what I sold
I'ma youngin this shit got old
Fuck the law that's how it goes

Yeah I'ma boss
Yeah ima boss
Meech
Yeah ima boss
Yeah ima boss
Meech
Yeah ima boss
Ima boss
Big Meech Mf



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Writer(s): Kyrie Jennings
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