How you claim to be a boss when you a flop
When that shit be kickin off you be the first to ring the cops
I don’t know why they be hating bra they see me doing great
On my grind tryna cop myself a chain with some weight

Bitches fuckin with me mentally
My ops they tryna do me
They tryna run me down and tryna do me like the movies
I stay strapped by they ain’t talking bout no gaps
I keep, somethin in my back just in case they wanna get slashed up
Claimin that you trapping and rappin and sellin packs
You ain’t sold a damn thing oi stop talking crap
I don’t know why they be hatin maybe cause they can’t beat me
I guarantee in two years they gon see me on tv
I call the shots, Im a boss
I’m the real [Don-a-re-up]
On the pact em call my brother when that foods gone
I’ve been smashing cones While I’m pumping lil' Sknow
In my zone tryna work my way up to that motherfuckin throne


How you claim to be a boss when you a flop
When that shit be kickin off you be the first to ring the cops
I don’t know why they be hating bra they see me doing great
On my grind tryna cop myself a chain with some weight
How you claim to be a boss when you a flop
When that shit be kickin off you be the first to ring the cops
I don’t know why they be hating bra they see me doing great
On my grind tryna cop myself a chain with some weight