[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]I’mma show you motherfuckers how to kill a remixComin’ all black like I’m hittin’ them licksAll black .40 with them ladders hangin’ out30-round clips, call them shits chopsticksRun up in the booth with a ski mask onRun up in the booth make a ski mask songRun up the booth, then I hop up in the CoupeNow I’m ridin’ in the ‘Rari with a ski mask onI’m too bossed up, I need to turn my boss downKing of the Street shit, where the fuck is my crown?Graduated from the street with my cap and my gownYou the motherfuckin’ man if you servin’ your townMy lil’ nigga eat, sleep, shit and deal cocaineNot that rap shit, I’m talkin’ real cocaineCTE, TBC (what is is, homeboy?) “Boss Yo Life Up Gang”With my boss bitch and she bossed upOn that 2Pac, she’s gettin’ tossed upCan’t cross me, you’ll get crossed upCan’t cross me, I’m too bossed upMy name Hefe, I do boss shitNo on star, get lost, bitchYou a bitch nigga? Then kick rocksJust know rich niggas do drop-topsYou ain’t shit, I talk shitEbola rhymes, my watch sickI’m Top Gun, I’m in the cockpitGot the game locked, call the locksmithNo Stan Smith, I do gourmetGiuseppes, new J'sMy earrings, they cold as fuckCall the North Pole, that’s bossin’ up[Hook]Valet park my whip, niggaHammer time for my chips, nigga(Bossin’ up) add it upYour girlfriend choosin’ so you mad as fuckChillin’ with my coalition, niggas rackin’ up(Bossin’ up) add it up(Bossin’ up) add it upA lil’ Louis, but my bitch want some bags and stuff[Verse 2: Kid Ink]It go, uhhBossin’ up and you downgradeLook around and see a bunch of clownsTryna represent my town lately (wait)I’ve been gone for like 30 daysI wore every chain, no wedding ringGot a boss bitch and she understandThat timing is everythingNah, don’t trip – put it on the tabKnowin’ I’m a G, gotta put it on the bagBreak a bitch down, gotta put her in a castShe ain’t got a ride, might put her in a cabYou ain’t even know, nigga? Put him in a classTrip, Big Chuck might put you in the pastHit a blunt hard, nigga, put me in the padsJust rolled up, but the high don’t lastRidin’ through the city, hope I don’t crashKnow they thought that it wasn’t gon’ lastYou can’t even tell me why you mad?Is it really that bad, is you doin’ that bad?What you make in a year I pay in taxesThe money burnin’ holes in my pocketI just need somewhere to ash itNah, you ain’t gotta ask, bitch[Hook][Verse 2: French Monatana]You know it's Mr. HaaanhhFerg what's happeningInk what's happeningOwwww, HannnBossed up in this bitchGot my golds up in this bitchDon't get tossed up in this bitchI'm like owwww, hannnnCoke 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 niggaHunnit in them them K's niggaIn that Porsche, boxed up, stunting 'till-my grave niggaStrapped with the 40, shit real out cheaTalking about the purpose smoking fills outchea (han)Stingy with the money, but the shells I shedAnd my nigga rip the gold off ya grill out cheaPull 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 upTop-off, car-hooded, this-South-Bronx-boogieOwwww[Hook][Verse 3: A$AP Ferg]UhHarlem nigga with the gold teethHilfiger nigga, only OGHilfiger niggas, only 4 deepBut for real, a trilla' nigga bring the whole streetFour trill bitches on my RollieMontana hammer, like I'm TonyCocaina ‘til her nose bleedMake a girl wanna cuff like the policeThat flacko nigga goldieMe and Rocky like Apollo CreedRelax to the max, no cozyBig dogs on the crib but I'm low-keyDon't fúck with them niggas that be phonyYoung B XXX don't even know meShe all on my wang, Alexander WangYeah, Margiela feel the leather - 4GThese Ape's on my feet, make my cypher completeMake girls scream "Lord" like I am a priestI'm a boss nigga, climbing seasJust collect cash while designing sneaksWhip yo teeth every time I speak3 thou for the smile, nigga I'm a GBetter talk to me nice, nigga I'm a chiefYou dealing with a boss, so I need PCYeah, I'm bout this breadI'm bout this doughI'm bout this doughOoooo-ooo, ooooo, ooooo[Hook][Verse 3: YG]Okay, I’m bossin’ up‘Cause I done already lost enoughSee, like… ever since last yearEverythin’ I’m buyin’, now it cost one upSay, it’s dark as fuck…Girl, why you actin’ hard to fuck?Why you got your guards up?Like you playin’ ball or somethin’Pull up in that Porsche Panamera, park it upHop out lookin’ sharp as fuck, tint dark as fuckBitch, fuck up offBut you know we don’t love them hoesYeah, me and Young partnerin’ upThat’s the talk in all the barbershops, niggaShaq height, couldn’t baller blockProbably invest in all the stocksI’m 400, corporate thuggin’, pushin’ at the labelMama still got bills that’s gotta be paid forRemember when mama wasn’t able?With them credit card numbers, I was payin’ cableIt’s all respect over here… we gettin’ checks over hereAll my homies rap, so all my niggas got next over here[Hook]
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