The Boss - Young Jeezy, Young Jeezy feat. Bleau Davinci, BMF

I’mma show you motherfuckers how to kill a remix

Comin' all black like I’m hittin' them licks

All black .40 with them ladders hangin' out

30-round clips, call them shits chopsticks

Run up in the booth with a ski mask on

Run up in the booth make a ski mask song

Run up the booth, then I hop up in the Coupe

Now I’m ridin' in the ‘Rari with a ski mask on

I’m too bossed up, I need to turn my boss down

King of the Street shit, where the fuck is my crown?

Graduated from the street but I kept my gown

You the motherfuckin' man if you servin' your town

My lil' nigga eat, sleep, shit and deal cocaine

Not that rap shit, I’m talkin' real cocaine

CTE, TBC (what is is, homeboy?) «Boss Yo Life Up Gang»

With my boss bitch and she bossed up

On that 2Pac, she’s gettin' tossed up

Can’t cross me, you’ll get crossed up

Can’t cross me, I’m too bossed up

My name Hefe, I do boss shit

No Old Star, get lost, bitch

You a bitch nigga?

Then kick rocks

Just know rich niggas do drop-tops

You ain’t shit, I talk shit

Ebola rhymes, my watch sick

I’m Top Gun, I’m in the cockpit

Got the game locked, call the locksmith

No Stan Smith, I do gourmet

Giuseppes, new Js

My earrings, they cold as fuck

Call the North Pole, that’s bossin' up

Valet park my whip, nigga

Hammer time for my chips, nigga

(Bossin' up) add it up

Your girlfriend choosin' so you mad as fuck

Chillin' with my coalition, niggas rackin' up

(Bossin' up) add it up

(Bossin' up) add it up

A lil' Louis, but my bitch want some bags and stuff

Bossin' up and you downgrade

Look around and see a bunch of clowns

Tryna represent my town lately (wait)

I’ve been gone for like 30 days

I wore every chain, no wedding ring

Got a boss bitch and she understand

That timing is everything

Nah, don’t trip — put it on the tab

Knowin' I’m a G, gotta put it on the bag

Break a bitch down, gotta put her in a cast

She ain’t got a ride, might put her in a cab

You ain’t even know, nigga?

Put him in a class

Trip, Big Chuck might put you in the past

Hit a blunt hard, nigga, put me in the pads

Just rolled up, but the high don’t last

Ridin' through the city, hope I don’t crash

Know they thought that it wasn’t gon' last

You can’t even tell me why you mad?

Is it really that bad, is you doin' that bad?

What you make in a year I pay in taxes

The money burnin' holes in my pocket

I just need somewhere to ash it

Nah, you ain’t gotta ask, bitch…

Okay, I’m bossin' up…

‘Cause I done already lost enough

See, like… ever since last year…

Everythin' I’m buyin', now it cost one up

Say, it’s dark as fuck…

Girl, why you actin' hard?

The fuck?

Why you got your guards up?

Like you playin' ball or somethin'

Pull up in that Porsche Panamera, park it up

Hop out lookin' sharp as fuck, tint dark as fuck

Bitch, fuck up off…

But you know we don’t love them hoes

Yeah, me and Young partnerin' up

That’s the talk in all the barbershops, nigga

Shaq height, couldn’t baller block

Probably invest in all the stocks

I’m 400, corporate thuggin', pushin' at the label

Mama still got bills that’s gotta be paid for

Remember when mama wasn’t able?

With them credit card numbers, I was payin' cable

It’s all respect over here… we gettin' checks over here

All my homies rap, so all my niggas got next over here