Lyrics BO$$ - DJ Pharris, Young Dolph, G Herbo

BO$$

Show 'em who the boss, when you niggas gonna learn
Show 'em who the boss, when you niggas gonna learn
Show 'em who the boss, when you niggas gonna learn
Niggas robbing, niggas banging, niggas slangin' down here
Niggas robbing niggas slanging
Gangbanging 'round here
I woke up this morning got bored
Then said fuck, we’re spendin' a mil
I got too many spots, I forgot where I live
Besides the holla tips, I don’t got shit to give
She gone on the pills, I’m gone on the mills
I still got deals, with my vacuum sealed
70k for plain jane Patek
I might pull up on your bitch in a chevy
Walking with a limb, with my pockets real heavy
Give you 50 pounds, see how fast you can sell it
Meet me at Harold’s Chicken on 87
Parked in the drop on the side by the docks
VVS rocks, all in my watch
Real trap nigga, bitch this is where I’m hot
Fucked your bitch and her friend on a yacht
Cartiers on, finger on the Glock
Hit that bitch bad but she still a thot
Fuck her from the back 'till she begged me to stop
Born in Chiraq, got rich in Memphis
Pull like John Gotti but I keep it pimping
Prometh' before codeine, yea that’s what I’m sippin'
50 a show and he’s still independent
Millions and millions on top of more millions
That’s Paper Rap Business, yeah Paper Rap Business
We shoot to kill, nah we ain’t missin'
My whole closet, it was made in Italy
Slam dunk a 100 pack like Michael Philly
Show 'em who the boss, when you niggas gonna learn
Show 'em who the boss, when you niggas gonna learn
Show 'em who the boss, when you niggas gonna learn
Show 'em who the boss, when you niggas gonna learn
Niggas robbing, niggas banging, niggas slangin' down here
Cross in this game ass burned
Sitting a the red light, 40 on my lap I’m like
Should I bust a left or right, grab a hoe and go get a bite like
And I got a foreign outside, she suck it while we go on a ride
Real street nigga, yeah
You can see it in my eyes bitch
Why you acting surprised
Tote a baby draco my son’s size
In the trap, I’m serving cakes and pies
Whole beef I got a mack with fries
Mashed up, I want a nigga to die
4 season that means I pack the ride
Baby lil' Glock in the back of the ride
Hop in the back the Maybach and I slide
Thank you darling, yappity die
They track you, don’t
Then making peace, bitch I’m clappin' the five
Chopper down my
Pull up surf to trap and drive
Sliding in this Benz bitch my
Police behind me its time to decide
Still in the stu and its 3 in the morning, I just wake back up from my nap
cause I’m high
Walking in and gribbing 8 prolly 9
Bitch nagging me, I ain’t fucking cuz I’m tired
Broke as fuck you grabbin shit all of the store
It’s too high you can’t even buy
It’s a city game, niggas a fifty, who know, you can’t even lie
Show 'em who the boss, when you niggas gonna learn
Show 'em who the boss, when you niggas gonna learn
Show 'em who the boss, when you niggas gonna learn
Niggas robbing, niggas banging, niggas slangin' down here