BOSSA

[Verse 1] I do my dirt all by my lone Ride with a bitch comin' down off a four Get top, top down, Glock firin' at the Po Pop pop 2 shots nigga dyin' at the store Life a bitch kinda fine I decided to stroke 'Bout mine nigga pop the door I'm lyin' if I said I wasn't stuntin' Cause I pull up with a hunnid straight chummin' suicidin' the doors With a Rolex, no stress no sweat And a gold Tec, don't let me flex Runnin' the game so you know I gotta get it in blood if another nigga owe me checks Early Nas just a young nigga stuck up in the jungle started snortin' lines Put the gat up Push a nigga If you fuckin' up the money mother Mary have mercy on a spoiled child You know God is a gamble Black thoughts, White bitch, Black Rambo My mind all fucked up so corrupt You don't want gun play you don't got enough ammo pussy Tell a pussy nigga push me Pussy nigga dead, I'mma dead it right there Since a young buck bumping Young Buck Got potato on the pump Yellin' nigga no fair no fair nigga Hot land cold air nigga I'm ridin' with the K I'm down for the gang All gold rope chain signify that fact that I ride with the flame Swang out, on the block bang out Put the tre out, few shots rang out Blap blap blap jumpin' in the back of the 'Lac Duck back to the spot fade out like [Hook: 8x] It's murda It's murda It's murda It's murda [Verse 2] Aw shit you done pissed him off Piss drunk with his pistol drawn Pit stop with the dope spot Money don't stop won't stop so I gotta get the bricks to sort I ain't never been rich before I ain't never had shit before So I ain't never gonna stop I'mma keep my burner on the right side I'mma keep my work in a Ziploc You know God is a gamble Black thoughts, White bitch, Black Rambo At age nine it was gang signs I bang nines shavin' numbers off the handle Holla if you runnin' widdit Black Jeep with a duffle in it Full of cane and a shovel in it I do a little time to time My nigga said I'm depressed I confess that I struggle with it Ain't nobody fuckin' with it Can't stand when a nigga say they know me You don't mothafuckin' know me I don't know myself Murda money murda murda money on my mind Four Xanax to control myself Fuck the game a road full of hiccups and pain My heart stained I unload myself Look, look but You know ...Me Hell naw I let the shells off Bullets propel Another pussy nigga turned bail Hard body nigga turned stale Soft body nigga turned frail Whip scale and I sip ale Sip ale and I skip bail Fish tail 'round the corner in a drop top Fish tail 'round the corner cause the block hot Fish tail run up on 'em nigga pop pop Roll out [Hook]