Bo$$ sh*t lyrics

[Intro]
I ain't no sucka’ ain't no weak b*tch
You know what the f*ck goin' on
I ain’t no sucka' ain't no weak b*tch
b*tch ain't no f*ckin' rules to this street sh*t
I ain't no sucka' ain't no weak b*tch
b*tch ain’t no f*ckin’ rules to this street sh*t

[Verse 1]
I ain't checking in with no b*tches when I’m in they town
b*tch, ima catch you
You ain't allowed places I be around
b*tch, you took that L
There ain't no comin' back
Lil rat b*tch chain ain’t worth sh*t
But on mamas I'm still snatching that

[Pre-Hook 1]
Everybody can see
You wasn't tough til' you came around me
Better not talk about me
Talk behind everybody back
Better not talk about me

[Verse 2]
b*tch you beefing by yourself
I don't got beef with you
Yo patna's letting you get jumped
My b*tches beating you
You can't call them n*ggas you be f*ckin' when it's crunch time
My n*ggas gon' come kill sh*t
One phone call it's a flat line
[Pre-Hook 2]
b*tch I'm a god how bout you?
It ain't meant for you to understand the sh*t that I do
You is a fraud, you not you
n*ggas be fake, but act like it's bool

[Hook]
I'm a motherf*ckin' boss, I got boss sh*t to do
I don't explain sh*t, and I ain't got sh*t to prove
I'm a motherf*ckin' boss, I got boss sh*t to do
To contact me, it's some people you gotta go through

[Verse 3]
You grew up in the suburbs
b*tch, I'm really out them slums
Everybody up in jail or they on the run
How you gon' come diss a b*tch that you don't even know
You talked crazy to the right b*tch and now you f*cking know

Hey come holla at me
Let's bend a block or two
You get to talking too much, ima stop talking to you
I'm a motherf*ckin' boss, I got boss sh*t to do
b*tch I stay ready, so what is you ready to do?

[Verse 4]
I ain't heard about no tough sh*t that you ever did
b*tch I been up in this traffic since a f*cking kid
And all them gangster ass lyrics you don't f*cking live
You low-key ratting on me hoping they give me a bid
Ima give a b*tch exactly what she asking for
Ima give a b*tch exactly what she asking for
Ima give a b*tch exactly what she asking for
Ima give a b*tch exactly what she asking for

[Alternate Hook]
I'm a motherf*ckin' boss, I got boss sh*t to do
I'm a motherf*ckin' boss, I got boss sh*t to do
Ha so what you tryna do?
Ha what you tryna do?

[Verse 5]
b*tch you say you gon' get me but ima get you first
b*tch f*ck yo' feelings, leave em' in your purse
I ain't no sucker ain't no weak b*tch
Ain't no f*ckin' rules when it comes to some real street sh*t

b*tch f*ck you and this chain
b*tch f*ck you and yo' gang
You crying on the internet
You see that this is not a game
That's why you in that position right now
You little stupid b*tch
Quit saying what you finna come do and just do it b*tch

b*tch cop another chain, ima snatch that sh*t again
b*tch cop another chain, ima snatch that sh*t again
b*tch lay the f*ck down
b*tch give me all of that
Now they calling for your sh*t
And I ain't calling back, b*tch

[Pre-Hook 2]
b*tch I'm a god how bout you?
It ain't meant for you to understand the sh*t that I do
You is a fraud, you not you
n*ggas be fake, but act like it's bool

[Hook]
I'm a motherf*ckin' boss, I got boss sh*t to do
I don't explain sh*t, and I ain't got sh*t to prove
I'm a motherf*ckin' boss, I got boss sh*t to do
To contact me, it's some people you gotta go through

[Post-Hook]
I ain't hard to find b*tch you better come retaliate
If I catch yo ass again, b*tch ima up that murder rate
I ain't hard to find hoe you better come retaliate
If I catch yo ass again, b*tch ima up that murder rate

[Pre-Hook 1]
Everybody can see
You wasn't tough til' you came around me
Better not talk about me
Talk behind everybody back
Better not talk about me

[Outro]
(b*tch you beefing by yourself I don't got beef with you)
You hear me though
b*tch
It's Stunna Girl, the motherf*ckin' [?] n*gga

You already know what time it is
You already know what time it is b*tch

Now you crying on the internet
You's a little rat b*tch
You's a little rat b*tch