Rich The Kid, Jay Critch, Skillibeng - Real Boss lyrics

Yo, Alvero yeah
Yeah

Fuck me like I'm a real boss (yeah)
Bought a Forgi', my wheel cost (yeah)
Top shotta get you knocked off (yeah)
Fuck around, knock your block off (yeah)
Two girls come, top me out (yeah)
Hundred racks, I fucked that up (yeah)
Maybach gon' drop me off (yeah)
Just a million dollars in the loft
Yeah, pull up the big
Mansion with the shottas
She was a chicken head, I told her
"Gobble"
Ride in the backseat with the chopper
I'm smoking up the pound like a rasta
Kick a bitch out the crib like soccer
Bet you, my shooter pull up in a Honda
Bet, you they knock it off for a hundred
Big grabba, young nigga get blunted

Big mansion, but my bitch got money
Me a big boss, pull up and stunt
Why he cappin'? He ain't got no hundreds
I was smokin up the pound, I'm blunted
That's a drone, choppa holdin a hundred
Niggas fakin', I'ma keep it a hundred
If you talkin' 'bout my city, we running
Call the shooters
Make the pussys start running
Smoke out the pound, used to go sell an onion
You better get low, my niggas coming
It ain't calypso when we start drumming
I got a rich ho', I'm in her stomach
You niggas really ain't
Talking 'bout nothin'
Keeping it with me, I dare you to try shit
These niggas saving a hoe they sidekicks
I'm talking money and they get it silent

Fuck me like I'm a real boss (yeah)
Bought a Forgi', my wheel cost (yeah)
Top shotta get you knocked off (yeah)
Fuck around, knock your block off (yeah)
Two girls come, tap me out (yeah)
Hundred racks, I fucked that up (yeah)
Maybach gon' drop me off (yeah)
Just a million dollars in the loft
Yeah, pull up the big
Mansion with the shottas
She was a chicken head, I told her
"Gobble"
Ride in the backseat with the chopper
I'm smoking up the pound like a rasta
Kick a bitch out the crib like soccer
Bet you, my shooter pull up in a Honda
Bet, you they knock it off for a hundred
Big grabba, young nigga get blunted

Unuh no ramp with me money (Nah)
From ah US gimme all the hundreds (yeah)
Fuck dem gyal (yeah)
Shub me hood all in her tummy
(Tummy, yuh sih?) brrrp
Yeah, she bust it (Bust it, yeah, yeah, yeah)
She suck my dick then me fuck it
Don't try me, me clip have in thirty
(Thirty)
Say you badder than me, stop the fuckery
Full of courage
Now me step out and go make them duppy
Dump them in a rubbish (Rubbish)
Glock make the place haffi bloody (Bloody)
A we have the power like Sonic (Sonic)
Gwan like say unuh wicked and tough
And a them girl a suck off me cocky (yeah)
So me give her the pouridge (yeah)
The protein shake weh have body
She suck off me dick and
She give me the sloppy (Sloppy)
She mek me bust like me
A we have the big Glocks fuck dem
Gyal and give her me killer (yeah)
Roll up like Armadillo with some
Blunt where bigger than cigar (yeah)

Fuck me like I'm a real boss (yeah)
Bought a Forgi', my wheel cost (yeah)
Top shotta get you knocked off (yeah)
Fuck around, knock your block off (yeah)
Two girls come, tap me out (yeah)
Hundred racks, I fucked that up (yeah)
Maybach gon' drop me off (yeah)
Just a million dollars in the loft
Yeah, pull up the big
Mansion with the shottas
She was a chicken head, I told her
"Gobble"
Ride in the backseat with the chopper
I'm smoking up the pound like a rasta
Kick a bitch out the crib like soccer
Bet you, my shooter pull up in a Honda
Bet, you they knock it off for a hundred
Big grabba, young nigga get blunted

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