[Intro: Louie Ray]
(Ooh, Sav, you killed it)
Yeah, alright
Real boss, n***a, I ain't
Okay
Yeah

[Verse 1: Louie Ray]
N***a, I'm a boss
Everything you see me in kinda cost
Okay, everything you seein' gettin' chalked
If a n***a tryna spin again, get him chalked
N***a, naw, for real, I'm a boss
Everything you see me in kinda cost
If a n***a try to spin again, get him chalked
Have to sit down for a ten, I get caught
Fuck the L, go for the win how I'm taught
Okay, I'ma beat the block and go to jail for assault, yeah
Designer clothes kinda smell like they cost
Breath smell like Lemon Cherry when I cough

[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
I can't trust my friends, so FN what I bought
I can't find no Wock', so it's thin what I bought
She a dope fiend, bitch use a syringe when she walk
Pussy wack, so I'm fuckin' on her friend when we talk
Damn, let me hop back in the booth and set fire to it
Brodie sippin' on some gasoline, straight lighter fluid
Girly didn't let you n***as fuck, she let Michael do it
The feds had to let us in the game, they couldn't fight the music
'Cause our shit raw
Mad as hell I drunk my last line, got me pissed off
Tote an automatic sniper rifle, get you picked off
She tryna suck dick, her breath stank, got my shit soft
[Verse 3: YSR Gramz]
You can come and get a feature from me, you got a six-ball
My n***a outta town gettin' bricks off
I know a n***a out here sellin' bullies, come and pick your dog
If we was lil' kids on my block, I'd steal your ball
My lil' n***a just turned sixteen and he got an AR
Told my n***a if he ever see you, just spray at your car
If you play with one of my n***as, I'ma lay in your yard
If you pay me right now, they gon' land tomorrow

[Verse 4: YSR Loski]
I'm in Cali scammin' where they only speak Spanish
I told her to press that cash button, then vanish
If them bitches get behind me and Bruce, we gotta scramble
You can trade Gramz chains for your life, it's a gamble
You ain't make no money in the pandemic, n***a, shame on you
My big bro told me, "Los, you better have that thang on you"
I promise when we run our bag up, I won't change on you
Bro got caught for white-collar crime, they tryna hang him too
This money ain't shit, we gon' make a lot of it
Where you hear it's a drought on the 'za? We got a lot of it
You gotta know you gotta book my n***as, we is not clubbin'
I get mad, I might raw dog your bitch, I ain't gotta rub her
Put Dee Rich on a n***a ass, he ain't got a wack jumper
We'll say fuck rap and go slide for the whole summer
I'll fuck a n***a dukes like I ain't know she's an old woman
My n***a Bruce got a hundred on the K, he a whole drummer