BO$$ lyrics

[Chorus: Project Pat & Young Dolph]
Show 'em who the boss, when you n*ggas gonna learn?
Show 'em, show 'em who the boss, when you n*ggas gonna learn? (DJ Pharris, this Chicago, n*gga)
I'ma show 'em who the boss, when you n*ggas gonna learn?
n*ggas robbin', n*ggas bangin', n*ggas slangin' down here (It's Dolph)

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
n*ggas robbin', n*ggas slangin'
Gangbangin' 'round here (Yeah)
I woke up this morning, got bored
Then said f*ck it, went spent a mil
I got too many spots, I forgot where I live (Ayy)
Besides a hollow tip, I ain't got sh*t to give (Nah)
She gone on the pills (Yeah), I'm gone on the mils (Yeah)
I still got deals (Yeah), where my vacuum seal? (Uh)
70K for a plain jane Patek (Philippe)
I might pull up on your b*tch in a Chevy (Skrrt)
Walkin' with a limp 'cause my pockets real heavy (Trap)
Give you fifty pounds, see how fast you can sell it (Trap)
Meet me at Harold's Chicken on 87 (Trap)
Parked in the drop on the side by the docks (Fishin')
VVS rocks (Hey), all in my watch (Hey)
Real trap n*gga, b*tch, this is why I'm hot
Hah, f*cked your b*tch and her friend on the yacht
Cartiers on (Swag), finger on the Glock (Fire)
Yeah, that b*tch bad, but she still a thot
f*ck her from the back 'til she beg me to stop (Uh)
Born in Chiraq (Yeah), got rich in Memphis (Yeah)
Move like John Gotti, but I keep it pimpin'
Prometh' with codeine, yeah, that's what I'm sippin' (Dirty)
Fifty a show and he still independent
Millions and millions on top of more millions
That's Paper Route Business, yeah, Paper Route Business
We shoot to kill, nah, we ain't missin' (Nah)
My whole closet, it was made in Italy (Swag)
Slam dunk a hundred pack like Michael Finley
[Chorus: Project Pat & Young Dolph]
I'ma show 'em who the boss, when you n*ggas gonna learn?
Show 'em, show 'em who the boss, when you n*ggas gonna learn?
I'ma show 'em who the boss, when you n*ggas gonna learn?
You get crossed in this game, then your ass'll get burned

[Verse 2: G Herbo]
Sitting at the red light (Red light)
40 on my lap, I'm like
Should I bust a left or right? (Or right)
Grab a ho and go get a bite, like (Bite, like)
And I got a foreign outside, uh (Foreign outside)
Suck it while we go on a ride (Go on a ride)
Real street n*gga, yeah
You can see that in my eyes, b*tch (b*tch)
Why you acting surprised?
Tote a baby Draco my son's size
In the trap, I'm serving cakes and pies
Want beef? I got a Mac with fries
Masked up, I want a n*gga to die
Four seats, that mean I pack the ride
Baby lil' Glock in the back of the ride
Hop in the back of Maybach and I slide
Dolph, that's my bro, from the 'Raq to MI
Man, you keep doin' all that yappin' and die
Ain't tryna give you no dap or a five
Ain't makin' peace, b*tch, I'm clappin' the fire
Cap or die, my bap alive
Pull up, serve through the trap and drive
Slide in this b*tch, my trap car was a vibe
Police behind me, it's tucked on the side
Still in the stu' and it's three in the morning
I just woke back up from a nap 'cause I'm high
Walk in the brib at like eight, probably nine
My b*tch mad at me, I ain't f*ck 'cause I'm tired
Broke as f*ck, you grabbin' sh*t all in the store
It's too high, though, you can't even buy
Know I'm rich, what up?
Hit your city, give n*ggas a fifty who know you, you can't even hide
[Chorus: Project Pat]
I'ma show 'em who the boss, when you n*ggas gonna learn?
Show 'em, show 'em who the boss, when you n*ggas gonna learn?
I'ma show 'em who the boss, when you n*ggas gonna learn?
n*ggas robbin', n*ggas bangin', n*ggas slangin' down here