Lyrics Bosses - Rv, Smoke Boys

Bosses

Said he’s on me, he ain’t thinking right
Anytime that I grip and slide, that’s tinted rides with things inside
You ain’t never rid so much in a week that your dinger had engine lights
Man smoke boys in my section, fam I don’t roll with no kitchen knife
These hollow tips work like Kryptonite
I don’t care if he’s hench like Armz, calm, put on my bally like Swarmz
Leather gloves over my palms, I go make that beat like Carns
Can’t Trapmash, get whacked for that dance
Score points when I get the chance
Them man can’t win the war, get bored in the like France
Pots and pans, we ain’t pounding yam, man’s pounding white
See my man then boom, bang, would’ve been a scrap but I roll with 9s
Bro said just rap don’t ride, give me a 9 and give me a bike
Bad one wanna be bae, she can’t even be my side
OT on tour, done miles, bare rice and peas in the house
I can’t let man draw me out, I got all this sauce and style
Everyday drip and drown, the bros are more than foul
I was OT for weeks, I might be on tour right now
They’re looking at me like it must be nice
Cah I just stepped out my whip with a sexy bitch and she hugged me tight
Came a long way from making those flips and taking those trips to the
countryside
She said that she love and she wan' cuff me but I don’t trust these lies
Cah I know that she got a man, and she knows that I got them bands
If you come check my pockets, all of my set are bosses
The finest whips, designer drip, we don’t buy creps from Office
Anytime we rise the ting, opps know what time it is
You would’ve thought our skengs had watches
Jump in the whip, turn on my phone
Mish and mash, in and out that trap, getting all this prof' from crow
I don’t know Bart Simpson or Homer, all I know is dough
Delete my number, my ex can’t keep my jumper, I left that bitch in the cold
Cold, got a brick in the back so I can’t take the long way home
Home, I was flat on my face 'till my money got long like a shotgun nose
These niggas don’t get no P’s, lying in the freezer, everything froze
Feeling like Escobar 'cause of all this weight I sold
Sticks and stones, big weight
And I’m lifting loads, in late
From the kitchen stove, quick change
In the different clothes
Bro said that’s mum for the seasoning, beg man try use a different bowl
Londis, we got bits in bulk
Bosses, not like Rick, no
Think out of the coat like watch this
Drop that full in his coccyx
Spinner holds five, in fact, that’s a hot six
Got wads in, couldn’t be whatless
On the crud like Mr Wot is
Smoke for a paigon, agnostic
Cookie my fragrance, chip chocolate
Kicking my lungs in with drop kicks
OT, took a trip with chopsticks
They’re looking at me like it must be nice
Cah I just stepped out my whip with a sexy bitch and she hugged me tight
Came a long way from making those flips and taking those trips to the
countryside
She said that she love and she wan' cuff me but I don’t trust these lies
Cah I know that she got a man, and she knows that I got them bands
If you come check my pockets, all of my set are bosses
The finest whips, designer drip, we don’t buy creps from Office
Anytime we rise the ting, opps know what time it is
You would’ve thought our skengs had watches