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[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
Iâmma show you motherfuckers how to kill a remix
Cominâ all black like Iâm hittinâ them licks
All black .40 with them ladders hanginâ out
30-round clips, call them shits chopsticks
Run up in the booth with a ski mask on
Run up in the booth make a ski mask song
Run up the booth, then I hop up in the Coupe
Now Iâm ridinâ in the âRari with a ski mask on
Iâm too bossed up, I need to turn my boss down
King of the Street shit, where the fuck is my crown?
Graduated from the street with my cap and my gown
You the motherfuckinâ man if you servinâ your town
My lilâ nigga eat, sleep, shit and deal cocaine
Not that rap shit, Iâm talkinâ real cocaine
CTE, TBC (what is is, homeboy?) âBoss Yo Life Up Gangâ
With my boss bitch and she bossed up
On that 2Pac, sheâs gettinâ tossed up
Canât cross me, youâll get crossed up
Canât cross me, Iâm too bossed up
My name Hefe, I do boss shit
No on star, get lost, bitch
You a bitch nigga? Then kick rocks
Just know rich niggas do drop-tops
You ainât shit, I talk shit
Ebola rhymes, my watch sick
Iâm Top Gun, Iâm in the cockpit
Got the game locked, call the locksmith
No Stan Smith, I do gourmet
Giuseppes, new J's
My earrings, they cold as fuck
Call the North Pole, thatâs bossinâ up
[Hook]
Valet park my whip, nigga
Hammer time for my chips, nigga
(Bossinâ up) add it up
Your girlfriend choosinâ so you mad as fuck
Chillinâ with my coalition, niggas rackinâ up
(Bossinâ up) add it up
(Bossinâ up) add it up
A lilâ Louis, but my bitch want some bags and stuff
[Verse 2: Kid Ink]
It go, uhh
Bossinâ up and you downgrade
Look around and see a bunch of clowns
Tryna represent my town lately (wait)
Iâve been gone for like 30 days
I wore every chain, no wedding ring
Got a boss bitch and she understand
That timing is everything
Nah, donât trip â put it on the tab
Knowinâ Iâm a G, gotta put it on the bag
Break a bitch down, gotta put her in a cast
She ainât got a ride, might put her in a cab
You ainât even know, nigga? Put him in a class
Trip, Big Chuck might put you in the past
Hit a blunt hard, nigga, put me in the pads
Just rolled up, but the high donât last
Ridinâ through the city, hope I donât crash
Know they thought that it wasnât gonâ last
You canât even tell me why you mad?
Is it really that bad, is you doinâ that bad?
What you make in a year I pay in taxes
The money burninâ holes in my pocket
I just need somewhere to ash it
Nah, you ainât gotta ask, bitch
[Hook]
[Verse 2: French Monatana]
You know it's Mr. Haaanhh
Ferg what's happening
Ink what's happening
Owwww, Hannn
Bossed up in this bitch
Got my golds up in this bitch
Don't get tossed up in this bitch
I'm like owwww, hannnn
Coke Boys in this bitch (hannn)
Got Kid Ink up in this bitch (hannn)
Got ASAP Ferg in this bitch (ay, ay, ay)
I'm like (owww) hunit on that stage nigga
Hunnit in them them K's nigga
In that Porsche, boxed up, stunting 'till-my grave nigga
Strapped with the 40, shit real out chea
Talking about the purpose smoking fills outchea (han)
Stingy with the money, but the shells I shed
And my nigga rip the gold off ya grill out chea
Pull up in a tank (tank), cup full of drank (drank)
Make 10 mill, stuff it in a bank (bank)
50 on a rollie, 100 on a lane (bling)
Think you an animal turn you to a mank (woo)
Throwing dust, throwing bullets (bullt), stunting on the po pull up
Top-off, car-hooded, this-South-Bronx-boogie
[Hook]
[Verse 3: A Ferg]
Harlem nigga with the gold teeth
Hilfiger nigga, only OG
Hilfiger niggas, only 4 deep
But for real, a trilla' nigga bring the whole street
Four trill bitches on my Rollie
Montana hammer, like I'm Tony
Cocaina âtil her nose bleed
Make a girl wanna cuff like the police
That flacko nigga goldie
Me and Rocky like Apollo Creed
Relax to the max, no cozy
Big dogs on the crib but I'm low-key
Don't fúck with them niggas that be phony
Young B XXX don't even know me
She all on my wang, Alexander Wang
Yeah, Margiela feel the leather - 4G
These Ape's on my feet, make my cypher complete
Make girls scream Lord like I am a priest
I'm a boss nigga, climbing seas
Just collect cash while designing sneaks
Whip yo teeth every time I speak
3 thou for the smile, nigga I'm a G
Better talk to me nice, nigga I'm a chief
You dealing with a boss, so I need PC
Yeah, I'm bout this bread
I'm bout this dough
I'm bout this dough
Ooooo-ooo, ooooo, ooooo
[Hook]
[Verse 3: YG]
Okay, Iâm bossinâ up
âCause I done already lost enough
See, like⦠ever since last year
Everythinâ Iâm buyinâ, now it cost one up
Say, itâs dark as fuckâ¦
Girl, why you actinâ hard to fuck?
Why you got your guards up?
Like you playinâ ball or somethinâ
Pull up in that Porsche Panamera, park it up
Hop out lookinâ sharp as fuck, tint dark as fuck
Bitch, fuck up off
But you know we donât love them hoes
Yeah, me and Young partnerinâ up
Thatâs the talk in all the barbershops, nigga
Shaq height, couldnât baller block
Probably invest in all the stocks
Iâm 400, corporate thugginâ, pushinâ at the label
Mama still got bills thatâs gotta be paid for
Remember when mama wasnât able?
With them credit card numbers, I was payinâ cable
Itâs all respect over here⦠we gettinâ checks over here
All my homies rap, so all my niggas got next over here
[Hook]
- Album:
- Gangsta Party
- Seen It All: The Autobiography
- Snow Flow
- R.I.P. (Single)
- The Motivator (Mixtape)
- #ItsThaWorld 2 (Mixtape)
- Thug Motivation 103: EP
- Get Right (Single)
- It’s Tha World (Mixtape)
- Thug Motivation 103: Hustlerz Ambition
- TM 103
- The Last Laugh
- The Real Is Back
- Shake Life (Single)
- F.A.M.E. (Single)
- .38 (Single)
- The Recession
- Miscellaneous
- Jizzle (Single)
- I Am the Street Dream