BO$$
DJ Pharris, Young Dolph, G Herbo
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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 f*ck, we're spendin' a mil I got too many spots, I forgot where I live Besides the hollow 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 F*ck 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 f*ck 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
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Written by: Adolph Thornton, Emmanuel Nickerson, Herbert Wright, Jordan Houston, Patrick Houston, Paul Beauregard, Pharris Thomas
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