Boss up

I woke up today, bitch ass nigga know I made a trap I don't diss the opp, boy they on live and they like the cap Spent a bag up on his head, made my shooter get him tap All he heard was that fff, made my nigga get him smashed Kicked that bitch up out the trap, all she throwing was that net It's the first of the month, made the junkie run his check Cook that dope up, make it stretch , that pyrex do it the best Got your bitch on on 34, she in love with the set Call her opp hoe, get that drop and spin your block like shit to rest How we come through, we be shooting shit, just call us some vets Got a fucking tall shooter, you might as well call Kevin Durant 35 shots up in his Glock, just add a switch and hit the rest Your brother die, you got on live, you ain't even spinning, tap ahead They say we top opp, nigga that's why we be dropping bad In the mall, I like the splurge, I told my twin, pass me my gas It could go down in this mall, I shoot this bitch and that's a fact I catch her, I shoot by the waist, I catch her, I shoot at his neck That bitch, I ain't never had shit, that's why I motherfucking fled That nigga say he swear to G, come through this bitch, I make it red That bitch, I post up on the block, I tell the J's, come get the crack And I got Perkins out my walk, I pour a four, I leave him flat And I got Al in the back, he catch her, I feed, leave him wet And I got Nick on side of me, you know I Nick Cutts and don't gap And it's a flat back on the back, catch her, I leave him on his back Yeah, I catch her, I leave him on his face, he try to run, that boy get chased I'm double down, I'm too full of drapes, 12 get behind me, I do the race I take them boys right on the chase, I'm too slime, he get too close I take his bling right off his waist, yeah Yo, nigga, gang shit, nigga, 34, nigga, gang Try to slime me, take it right off his waist, nigga Gang, you know what I'm on, nigga, catch up, nigga My boy says he's dumb, nigga, gang, 34 Yo, in the stool right now, clutching 33 like Pimpin I done hopped out that Porsche, I done worked that fucking Smithin If a nigga spin that G, I'ma swing my fucking dough Tryna walk that boy down, tryna put him on the floor I'm double down, just with a pen Heard they got the drop, but them pussy niggas never spin I told Al, reverse the V, after we kill, we change the V I told Tween, see a opp, don't drop his ski, nigga, just hit I just looking for that reaper, can't wait till I catch that bitch Nigga, threw the ball off, you know my nigga caught that bitch Nigga, I dropped that bag, you know my twin is in a blitz Bitch, I dropped that bag, you know my twin gon' blitz this shit Bitch, you know we clean that jump out, jump out car, just hitting shit But I'll walk a nigga down, hop in the V3, spin that bitch Hop in the V, let's gun him down He tried to run, he heard Drake's sound I'm bumping down, shoot at the crowd, I see that boy, I run him down Bitch, you know I'm slumping mine, you show us pose, he get slumped down That boy, he say he in the field, I catch his ass, leave him out of bounds In the plug, he flexing his piss, we slumped down just for his pounds I just caught the brand new switch, I'ma walk that boy down Slide the switch, he on the back, I'ma walk that little boy down I'm just slumped with a quake, he gon' take that little boy frown We spin on blocks, we're fully glossed, we tryna put him in the ground 34 shots up in my gloss, no, I ain't running out around Hit on his block with us a smile, but then we left him with a frown He got the drop on WEA, he tried to move up out of town