Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Boss, artist - J. Stalin. Date of issue: 04.05.2023
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Boss |
| Throw it on the table, I’m thumbin' straight through a hundred |
| Chopper on my lap 'cause I’m knowin' the reaper comin' |
| They fuck around and snitch if they probably know I done it |
| Bitch, my shoes too fresh, I ain’t runnin' from nothin' |
| Turned nothin' into somethin', copped that work and it’s comin' |
| Everybody got pipes around here, we do the plumbin' |
| I don’t do the clubs, I don’t do the rap summons |
| It ain’t hard to tell you niggas never had no money |
| Out in the cold, dirty clothes with my nose runnin' |
| Finna pop up out these bushes, bitch, and slump somethin' |
| Lil' bro on the corner, tell me if somebody comin' |
| We gotta be quiet, if they hear us, they gon' start runnin' |
| I play dumb, but I ain’t a motherfuckin' dummy |
| Try to play me like a lummy, get your ass slapped |
| Niggas say they doin' this and that, it’s all cap |
| Swear to God I could buy a brick and run it back |
| When you niggas gon' realize we under attack? |
| And they don’t want you to have shit if your ass Black |
| Fuck learnin' how to shoot, learn how to stack |
| Get your money and you could buy a hundred MACs |
| Thousand TECs and all the extra clips you own |
| Pay somebody to throw his ass in the fuckin' trunk |
| And ain’t nobody said nothin', we silent like monks |
| Money on my mind, my nigga, I came to grind |
| Drop me off in any hood and I’ll be fine |
| Lord, forgive me 'cause I’m probably about to sin |
| And if them niggas sellin' white, I’m probably blendin' in |
| And I’m stackin' everything, bitch, I ain’t got shit to spend |
| You a stupid motherfucker, thought I wasn’t finna win |
| It was cold on the ten, I was still outside |
| Servin' everybody mama, I ain’t have no pride |
| I got family that done died, I’m embedded in this |
| So when you see me in the kitchen and I’m whippin' my wrist |
| Then I take it out the pot and let it dry real quick |
| And if it take too long, then I blow-dry it |
| And though you seen everything, you ain’t really seen shit |
| 'Cause niggas runnin' they mouth end up gettin' hit |
| And you don’t wanna be the nigga to get hit |
| So all I’m sayin' is don’t be runnin' your mouth and shit |
| Big drip, not the clothes, that’s the water whip |
| It came with the outfit, the banger on my hip |
| Times I drift and get to thinkin' 'bout the wrong shit |
| Huh, and then I’m back to the script |
| And then I’m back to the script |
| Bitch, I’m back to the script |
| And then I’m back to the script |
| Bitch, I’m back to the script |