Bossin 2014-Kid Ink/Jeezy/YG

I'mma show you motherf**kers how to kill a remix Comin' all black like I'm hittin' them licks All black 40 with them ladders hangin' out 30 round clips call them s**ts chopsticks Run up in the booth with a ski mask on Run up in the booth make a ski mask song Run up the booth then I hop up in the Coupe Now I'm ridin' in the 'Rari with a ski mask on I'm too bossed up I need to turn my boss down King of the Street s**t where the f**k is my crown Graduated from the street with my cap and my gown You the motherf**kin' man if you servin' your town My lil' n***a eat sleep s**t and deal c*****e Not that rap s**t I'm talkin' real c*****e CTE TBC What is is homeboy Boss Yo Life Up Gang With my boss b***h and she bossed up On that 2Pac she's gettin' tossed up Can't cross me you'll get crossed up Can't cross me I'm too bossed up My name Hefe I do boss s**t No on star get lost b***h You a b***h n***a Then kick rocks Just know rich n***as do drop tops You ain't s**t I talk s**t Ebola rhymes my watch sick I'm Top Gun I'm in the cockpit Got the game locked call the locksmith No Stan Smith I do gourmet Giuseppes new J's My earrings they cold as f**k Call the North Pole that's bossin' up Valet park my whip n***a Hammer time for my chips n***a Bossin' up Add it up Your girlfriend choosin' so you mad as f**k Chillin' with my coalition n***as rackin' up Bossin' up Add it up Bossin' up Add it up A lil' Louis but my b***h want some bags and stuff It go uhh Bossin' up and you downgrade Look around and see a bunch of clowns Tryna represent my town lately Wait I've been gone for like 30 days I wore every chain no wedding ring Got a boss b***h and she understand That timing is everything Nah don't trip put it on the tab Knowin' I'm a G gotta put it on the bag Break a b***h down gotta put her in a cast She ain't got a ride might put her in a cab You ain't even know n***a Put him in a class Trip Big Chuck might put you in the past Hit a blunt hard n***a put me in the pads Just rolled up but the high don't last Ridin' through the city hope I don't crash Know they thought that it wasn't gon' last You can't even tell me why you mad Is it really that bad is you doin' that bad What you make in a year I pay in taxes The money burnin' holes in my pocket I just need somewhere to ash it Nah you ain't gotta ask b***h You know it's Mr Haaanhh Ferg what's happening Ink what's happening Owwww Hannn Bossed up in this b***h Got my golds up in this b***h Don't get tossed up in this b***h I'm like owwww hannnn Coke Boys in this b***h Hannn Got Kid Ink up in this b***h Hannn Got ASAP Ferg in this b***h Ay ay ay I'm like Owww Hunit on that stage n***a Hunnit in them them K's n***a In that Porsche boxed up stunting 'till my grave n***a Strapped with the 40 s**t real out chea Talking about the purpose smoking fills outchea Han Stingy with the money but the shells I shed And my n***a rip the gold off ya grill out chea Pull up in a tank Tank Cup full of drank Drank Make 10 mill stuff it in a bank Bank 50 on a rollie 100 on a lane Bling Think you an animal turn you to a mank Woo Throwing dust throwing bullets Bullt Stunting on the po pull up Top off car hooded this South Bronx boogie Owwww Uh Harlem n***a with the gold teeth Hilfiger n***a only OG Hilfiger n***as only 4 deep But for real a trilla' n***a bring the whole street Four trill b***hes on my Rollie Montana hammer like I'm Tony Cocaina 'til her nose bleed Make a girl wanna cuff like the police That flacko n***a goldie Me and Rocky like Apollo Creed Relax to the max no cozy Big dogs on the crib but I'm low key Don't fúck with them n***as that be phony Young B XXX don't even know me She all on my wang Alexander Wang Yeah Margiela feel the leather 4G These Ape's on my feet make my cypher complete Make girls scream Lord like I am a priest I'm a boss n***a climbing seas Just collect cash while designing sneaks Whip yo teeth every time I speak 3 thou for the smile n***a I'm a G Better talk to me nice n***a I'm a chief You dealing with a boss so I need PC Yeah I'm bout this bread I'm bout this dough I'm bout this dough Ooooo ooo ooooo ooooo Okay I'm bossin' up 'Cause I done already lost enough See like ever since last year Everythin' I'm buyin' now it cost one up Say it's dark as f**k Girl why you actin' hard to f**k Why you got your guards up Like you playin' ball or somethin' Pull up in that Porsche Panamera park it up Hop out lookin' sharp as f**k tint dark as f**k B***h f**k up off But you know we don't love them h*es Yeah me and Young partnerin' up That's the talk in all the barbershops n***a Shaq height couldn't baller block Probably invest in all the stocks I'm 400 corporate thuggin' pushin' at the label Mama still got bills that's gotta be paid for Remember when mama wasn't able With them credit card numbers I was payin' cable It's all respect over here we gettin' checks over here All my homies rap so all my n***as got next over here