Real Boss lyrics

[Intro: Rich The Kid]
Yo, Alvero
Yeah
Yeah

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
f*ck me like I'm a real boss (Yeah)
Bought a Forgi', my wheel cost (Yeah)
Top shotta get you knocked off (Yeah)
f*ck around, knock your block off (Yeah)
Two girls come, top me out (Yeah)
Hundred racks, I f*cked that up (Yeah)
Maybach gon' drop me off (Yeah)
Just a million dollars in the loft
Yeah, pull up the big mansion with the shottas
She was a chicken head, I told her, "Gobble"
Ride in the backseat with the chopper
I'm smoking up the pound like a rasta
Kick a b*tch out the crib like soccer
Bet you, my shooter pull up in a Honda
Bet, you they knock it off for a hundred
Big grabba, young n*gga get blunted

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid & Jay Critch]
Big mansion, but my b*tch got money
Me a big boss, pull up and stunt
Why he cappin'? He ain't got no hundreds
I was smokin up the pound, I'm blunted
That's a drone, choppa holdin a hundred
n*ggas fakin', I'ma keep it a hundred
If you talkin' 'bout my city, we running
Call the shooters, make the pus*ys start running
Smoke out the pound, used to go sell an onion
You better get low, my n*ggas coming
It ain't calypso when we start drumming
I got a rich ho', I'm in her stomach
You n*ggas really ain't talking 'bout nothin'
Keeping it with me, I dare you to try sh*t
These n*ggas saving a hoe they sidekicks
I'm talking money and they get it silent
[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
f*ck me like I'm a real boss (Yeah)
Bought a Forgi', my wheel cost (Yeah)
Top shotta get you knocked off (Yeah)
f*ck around, knock your block off (Yeah)
Two girls come, tap me out (Yeah)
Hundred racks, I f*cked that up (Yeah)
Maybach gon' drop me off (Yeah)
Just a million dollars in the loft
Yeah, pull up the big mansion with the shottas
She was a chicken head, I told her, "Gobble"
Ride in the backseat with the chopper
I'm smoking up the pound like a rasta
Kick a b*tch out the crib like soccer
Bet you, my shooter pull up in a Honda
Bet, you they knock it off for a hundred
Big grabba, young n*gga get blunted

[Verse 2: Skillibeng & Rich The Kid]
Unuh no ramp with me money (Nah)
From ah US gimme all the hundreds (Yeah)
f*ck dem gyal (Yeah)
Shub me hood all in her tummy (Tummy, yuh sih?!)
Brrrrrp
Yeah, she bust it (Bust it, yeah, yeah, yeah)
She suck my di*k then me f*ck it
Don't try me, me clip have in thirty (Thirty)
Say you badder than me, stop the f*ckery
Full of courage, now me step out and go make them duppy
Dump them in a rubbish (Rubbish)
Glock make the place haffi bloody (Bloody)
A we have the power like Sonic (Sonic)
Gwan like say unuh wicked and tough
And a them girl a suck off me c*cky (Yeah)
So me give her the pouridge (Yeah)
The protein shake weh have body
She suck off me di*k and she give me the sloppy (Sloppy)
She mek me bust like me [?]
A we have the big Glocks f*ck dem gyal and give her me killer (Yeah)
Roll up like Armadillo with some blunt where bigger than cigar (Yeah)
[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
f*ck me like I'm a real boss (Yeah)
Bought a Forgi', my wheel cost (Yeah)
Top shotta get you knocked off (Yeah)
f*ck around, knock your block off (Yeah)
Two girls come, tap me out (Yeah)
Hundred racks, I f*cked that up (Yeah)
Maybach gon' drop me off (Yeah)
Just a million dollars in the loft
Yeah, pull up the big mansion with the shottas
She was a chicken head, I told her, "Gobble"
Ride in the backseat with the chopper
I'm smoking up the pound like a rasta
Kick a b*tch out the crib like soccer
Bet you, my shooter pull up in a Honda
Bet, you they knock it off for a hundred
Big grabba, young n*gga get blunted

[Outro]
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