Boss lyrics

[Intro]

Kid Wond3r, you made this beat? Damn

Boss, boss, boss, boss

No Hooks Part 2, bitch, (boss) you know how I'm rockin', nigga (boss)

Get your guns up, get your funds up

You on that opp shit, get mopsticked, bitch

I take her where ever she want, 'cus she a boss (you know I'm a boss, mane)

No Hooks Part 2, bitch, you know how I'm rockin', nigga

Get your guns up, get your funds up

You on that opp shit, get mopsticked, bitch, aye

[Verse]

I buy whatever I want, 'cause I'm a boss

I take her where ever she want, 'cause she a boss

And I got the shit that you don't, 'cause I'm a boss

My new whip, it cost me a grip, with the exhaust

This foreign coupe came with a roof, I took it off

You used to see me for the free, but now it cost

I can't fold this bankroll for nothing in the world

You can't get your bitch back for nothing in the world

The security with the shits, she let me in with the stick

And when these diamonds shine so hard, I might just blind me a bitch

A nigga put his hands on me? Somebody dyin' in this bitch

Them niggas said they gettin' money? Somebody lied in this bitch

Now all these hoes wanna have babies by me

She a bipolar bitch, yeah, she crazy 'bout me

She a doggin' bitch, but I don't want no rabies by me

Droppin' bombs, you would think I have the Navy with me

Tryin' rob my wave, bitch, you can't get wavy with me

Pockets filled with dead people, got Caucasians with me

I be cuttin' up, bitch, I got my razor with me

You can try and run, that's why I got my laser with me

Nigga, fix your face, 'cause you look like a hater to me

Boy, you Swisher Sweet, you just Now or Later to me

She do what I say, all my bitches cater to me

She respect my pimpin', so she bought some Gators for me

Bought a big house, tell me how many acres you see

With my niggas, ballin' like I brought the Lakers with me

Take a look around for me, how many fakers you see?

Dope like vanilla, junkies come get flavors from me

Try to take some shorts, you can't get no favors from me

Niggas sneak diss, but it's nothin' major to me

Forgis on a Porsche, now that bitch don't even look like a Porsche

Do the dash, this bitch fast as hell, all my cars sport

I'm a boss, baby, I'm gon' ball, I don't need a court

Smoke his ass like a Newport, since he came short

Big booty bitch, super thick, bustin' out her shorts

I'm gettin' money, nigga, there ain't shit that I can't afford

My trunk is in the front, my engine in the rear

Them bitches over there, they lookin' over here

You lookin' for your bitch? I made her disappear

'Cause, baby, I'm a boss, let's get this shit clear

If you lookin' for some trouble, you can get that shit here

Bitch, I'm a young boss and I don't see many bosses in here

I'm finna make it rain like a water faucet in here

Bitch, twerk, twerk, and I'ma make this guap disappear

If you play with that merch, I'ma make his top disappear

I fill that nigga ass up with some hot shit in here

I said, "Lil' baby what's that smell?", she told me, "This that new Chanel"

I told her, "I'm a boss", she told me, "Baby, I can tell"

I like the way she walk, she switchin' in this motherfucker

I'm in a fast truck, with 6's on this mothafucker

Comin' masked up, no witness leave a mothafucka

Boy yous a pound cake, you softer than a motherfucker

A lot of niggas hate, this often than a motherfucker

I gave that bitch the wrong number, bet she saltier than a motherfucker

If a fuck nigga cross the line, then I'm offin' your motherfucker

My bitch finer than wine and she bossier than a motherfucker

[Outro]

Gang

• Artist:Lud Foe
• Album:No Hooks 2 (2017)