DJ Pharris, G Herbo, Young Dolph - BO$$ lyrics

Show 'em who the boss
When you niggas gonna learn?
Show 'em, show 'em who the boss
When you niggas gonna learn?
(DJ Pharris, this Chicago, nigga)
I'ma show 'em who the boss
When you niggas gonna learn?
Niggas robbin', niggas bangin'
Niggas slangin' down here (It's Dolph)

Niggas robbin', niggas slangin'
Gangbangin' 'round here (yeah)
I woke up this morning, got bored
Then said fuck it, went spent a mil
I got too many spots, I forgot where I live
(Ayy) besides a hollow tip
I ain't got shit to give (Nah)
She gone on the pills
(yeah) , I'm gone on the mils (yeah)
I still got deals
(yeah) , where my vacuum seal? (Uh)
70K for a plain jane Patek (Philippe)
I might pull up on your bitch in a Chevy
(Skrrt) walkin' with a limp 'cause
My pockets real heavy (Trap)
Give you fifty pounds
See how fast you can sell it (Trap)
Meet me at Harold's Chicken on 87 (Trap)
Parked in the drop on the side by the docks
(Fishin')
VVS rocks (Hey) , all in my watch (Hey)
Real trap nigga, bitch, this is why I'm hot
Hah, fucked your bitch and her
Friend on the yacht cartiers on
(Swag) , finger on the Glock (Fire)
Yeah, that bitch bad, but she still a thot
Fuck her from the back 'til
She beg me to stop (Uh)
Born in Chiraq
(yeah) , got rich in Memphis (yeah)
Move like John Gotti, but I keep it pimpin'
Prometh' with codeine, yeah
That's what I'm sippin' (Dirty)
Fifty a show and he still independent
Millions and millions on top of more millions
That's Paper Route Business, yeah
Paper Route Business
We shoot to kill, nah, we ain't missin' (Nah)
My whole closet, it was made in Italy (Swag)
Slam dunk a hundred pack like Michael Finley

I'ma show 'em who the boss
When you niggas gonna learn?
Show 'em, show 'em who the boss
When you niggas gonna learn?
I'ma show 'em who the boss
When you niggas gonna learn?
You get crossed in this game
Then your ass'll get burned

Sitting at the red light (Red light)
40 on my lap, I'm like
Should I bust a left or right? (Or right)
Grab a ho and go get a bite, like
(Bite, like) and I got a foreign outside, uh
(Foreign outside)
Suck it while we go on a ride (Go on a ride)
Real street nigga, yeah
You can see that in my eyes, bitch (Bitch)
Why you acting surprised?
Tote a baby Draco my son's size
In the trap, I'm serving cakes and pies
Want beef? I got a Mac with fries
Masked up, I want a nigga to die
Four seats, that mean I pack the ride
Baby lil' Glock in the back of the ride
Hop in the back of Maybach and I slide
Dolph, that's my bro, from the 'Raq to MI
Man, you keep doin' all that yappin' and die
Ain't tryna give you no dap or a five
Ain't makin' peace, bitch
I'm clappin' the fire
Cap or die, my bap alive
Pull up, serve through the trap and drive
Slide in this bitch, my trap car was a vibe
Police behind me, it's tucked on the side
Still in the stu' and it's
Three in the morning
I just woke back up from
A nap 'cause I'm high
Walk in the brib at like eight, probably nine
My bitch mad at me
I ain't fuck 'cause I'm tired broke as fuck
You grabbin' shit all in the store
It's too high, though, you can't even buy
Know I'm rich, what up?
Hit your city, give niggas a
Fifty who know you, you can't even hide

I'ma show 'em who the boss
When you niggas gonna learn?
Show 'em, show 'em who the boss
When you niggas gonna learn?
I'ma show 'em who the boss
When you niggas gonna learn?
Niggas robbin', niggas bangin'
Niggas slangin' down here