Outro (Big Bossin Vol. 1) lyrics

[Verse 1]
My teacher talk bad on me said I won’t be sh*t
Seen her ass at Twelve Oaks looking like she want a di*k
Fake ice in your Rollie it’s a broken wrist
I see you tryna flex but I act like I don’t notice it
I’m focusing getting more dough than I’m s’posed to get
You calling me your bro and sh*t but really you a hoe and sh*t
.45 on the side no this ain’t a broken hip
Still runnin' D ain’t really sh*t that my brother missed
Hunnid set my new piece glue hoes with it
Running ice through that b*tch now I’m bout to flow with it
Reaching through my jewelry box say I’m gold digging
Pockets greener than a garden got the hoes digging
A long sentence since ballin was a crime
You fake ass ballers only ballin in your mind
You b*tch ain’t make it to my b*tch you call that hoe a dime
I f*cked her in the bathroom I’m stalling all the time
When I was 19 I was ballin anytime
And I start storing money walking all around
Starters made it rain hoes, clownin' on the grind
Bout to hit the A20 deep it’s ballers all around

[Verse 2: Payroll Giovanni]
Ain't sh*t a label or a local drug dealer here can offer me
Told my plug hold on, Def Jam keep callin me
Told them if the deal ain't M's they ain't soughtin me
Why these n*ggas think they f*cking with me, man it bothers me
You don’t wanna get rich you just rather take pics
You don’t wanna ride coupes, you just rather ride di*ks
Been staying outta bullsh*t, philosophy is easy
If they ain’t spending money they don’t need to see me
Mounted n' curved TV’s on condo walls
I’m independent, I ain’t got no boss
I bounced back on the b*tches for my macho loss
And popped up on the rocket head Honcho Frost
You a hating ass n*gga but that’s not your fault
It’s in your DNA, your petty ass pop probably hated who moved the key in day
Used to trip when we ain’t yay
Stumbled on a G a day
Thuggin the block with young n*ggas that’d squeeze a K
[Verse 3]
Grew up in the jungle and I ain’t talking to bears
All these young n*ggas living with no cares
Squares rapping bout squares it’s a whole different era
My generation and yours you can’t even compare
Fake n*ggas on the grind met somebody who pour them
And they know soft as sh*t I’m bout to extort them
I’m a go down the list in alphabetical order
I need every last dime I can give you a quarter
How you want a bad b*tch and you can’t even afford her
Made ten thous a day kept three to my lawyer
Bout to drop the bag off to my n*gga on Voyeur
New n*ggas secure bags I got a bump in the toyer

[Verse 4]
I’m tryna make them double M’s (millions)
So I can cop a double M, Maybach
Free my n*gga Double M
Murder Mookie first to shoot with money grams
Drop it now you know the truth
When I cop the coupe I’m a cut the roof
When Rug got indicted the only time that I was spooked
Cause when it’s that close most likely they noticed you
My lawyer ready to beat that I just told em to eat that
Got car with that pistol totin' act like you ain’t see that
They let me out the bent gate I’m headed to the batcave
Them couple nights in jail I still have my cell
I’m in that b*tch making sales from freebie we raising hell
[Verse 5]
Watch yourself when you out here in these streets
These n*ggas out here, and get caught with a gun
Charged cause my man was scared to speak
I know he a snitch he scared to take some probation
n*gga like it or not, boy Imma speak the truth
I ain’t never told a lie in this motherfuking booth
In a Jacuzzi in my crib sipping PJ Rose
Eyes on security cam's cause I don’t trust one soul
Rollie all on a n*gga knuckle I’m so froze
But I [?] like a sl*t cause my wrist so cold n*gga
Lighting up like white Christmas in the summertime
All this white you would think we color blind
n*ggas say they rich mama still in the shed
I was moving work cuz like you need a wrap
Had a deal and I was still hard at hustlin
pus*y ass n*gga told the cops that I bust him
Told my lawyer, gave him 20, told him beat that
[?] still your boy dawg where the weed at
n*ggas making diss songs we ain’t peep that
I was chilling on the coast, where the best weed at
With a bad lil b*tch lookin' like she speak no English
I'm a D boy head c*ck go English
Biggest hit market come on, we gon do that
Run up on me boy get your f*cking brains blew back
Lil ass hands too much gold, not enough ice
Head binges with a body, double my rights
n*gga this is my life, I ain’t faking at all
Ten screws in my leg b*tch I’m still gon ball
[Verse 6]
I used to eat, sleep, sh*t dream cash
Not a fiend shower with the money shoulda say I take a bath
4 thou for 70 gram 2 hundred and 150 lil n*gga do the math
Stand up showers and Jacuzzi’s in the bath
Living that boss life that I never had
b*tches in the stash
n*ggas coppin' pleas they don't wanna make me mad
Hey, hey