Bosses - Rv, Smoke Boys

Said he’s on me, he ain’t thinking right

Anytime that I grip and slide, that’s tinted rides with things inside

You ain’t never rid so much in a week that your dinger had engine lights

Man smoke boys in my section, fam I don’t roll with no kitchen knife

These hollow tips work like Kryptonite

I don’t care if he’s hench like Armz, calm, put on my bally like Swarmz

Leather gloves over my palms, I go make that beat like Carns

Can’t Trapmash, get whacked for that dance

Score points when I get the chance

Them man can’t win the war, get bored in the like France

Pots and pans, we ain’t pounding yam, man’s pounding white

See my man then boom, bang, would’ve been a scrap but I roll with 9s

Bro said just rap don’t ride, give me a 9 and give me a bike

Bad one wanna be bae, she can’t even be my side

OT on tour, done miles, bare rice and peas in the house

I can’t let man draw me out, I got all this sauce and style

Everyday drip and drown, the bros are more than foul

I was OT for weeks, I might be on tour right now

They’re looking at me like it must be nice

Cah I just stepped out my whip with a sexy bitch and she hugged me tight

Came a long way from making those flips and taking those trips to the

countryside

She said that she love and she wan' cuff me but I don’t trust these lies

Cah I know that she got a man, and she knows that I got them bands

If you come check my pockets, all of my set are bosses

The finest whips, designer drip, we don’t buy creps from Office

Anytime we rise the ting, opps know what time it is

You would’ve thought our skengs had watches

Jump in the whip, turn on my phone

Mish and mash, in and out that trap, getting all this prof' from crow

I don’t know Bart Simpson or Homer, all I know is dough

Delete my number, my ex can’t keep my jumper, I left that bitch in the cold

Cold, got a brick in the back so I can’t take the long way home

Home, I was flat on my face 'till my money got long like a shotgun nose

These niggas don’t get no P’s, lying in the freezer, everything froze

Feeling like Escobar 'cause of all this weight I sold

Sticks and stones, big weight

And I’m lifting loads, in late

From the kitchen stove, quick change

In the different clothes

Bro said that’s mum for the seasoning, beg man try use a different bowl

Londis, we got bits in bulk

Bosses, not like Rick, no

Think out of the coat like watch this

Drop that full in his coccyx

Spinner holds five, in fact, that’s a hot six

Got wads in, couldn’t be whatless

On the crud like Mr Wot is

Smoke for a paigon, agnostic

Cookie my fragrance, chip chocolate

Kicking my lungs in with drop kicks

OT, took a trip with chopsticks

They’re looking at me like it must be nice

Cah I just stepped out my whip with a sexy bitch and she hugged me tight

Came a long way from making those flips and taking those trips to the

countryside

She said that she love and she wan' cuff me but I don’t trust these lies

Cah I know that she got a man, and she knows that I got them bands

If you come check my pockets, all of my set are bosses

The finest whips, designer drip, we don’t buy creps from Office

Anytime we rise the ting, opps know what time it is

You would’ve thought our skengs had watches