MF Boss lyrics

[Intro]
(Arjun made a wave)

[Chorus: Lil Gnar & Rich Homie Quan]
I'm a motherf*ckin' boss (Boss)
I'm a motherf*ckin' boss (Boss)
I'm a motherf*ckin' boss (Boss)
I'm a motherf*ckin' boss, I don't care how you cut it
This hoe super bad, but I ain't no McLovin (Yeah)
This b*tch be havin' motion, I took off the rubber
I butcher the beef, you get hit with that cutter
Rocking that Ricky, totin' the switchy
Feelin' myself off this motherf*ckin' jiggy (Huh)
Havin' my way, stack my racks to the ceiling
Wake up and put on some sh*t, I be drippin'

[Bridge: Lil Gnar]
Huh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
b*tch, get the f*ck off my line
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
All these hoes wan' do is lie (Lie, man)

[Verse 1: Lil Gnar]
I just been mixing Gelato, [?] pretty soon I'ma need me a ventilator (Phew)
Came in that b*tch with the smackers, I keep me a strap, like a motherf*ckin' vibrator (Blatt)
Geeked off the Addy' (Yeah), rockin' the Patek
.223 hit 'em, turn 'em to jelly (Huh)
Bad ass lil' b*tch, look like Keisha from Belly
Smoke out the onion and motherf*ckin' smell it (Smell it)
Turn up my b*tch, 'cause I'm havin' some foreigns
Ride 'round in Lenox, I'm keeping my gun (Blaow)
Can't make up my mind, I don't know what I want
In the back of the Maybach, I'm smoking on [?]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Lil Gnar & Rich Homie Quan]
I'm a motherf*ckin' boss (Boss, beep)
I'm a motherf*ckin' boss (Boss)
I'm a motherf*ckin' boss (Boss, boss)
I'm a motherf*ckin' boss, I don't care how you cut it
This hoe super bad, but I ain't no McLovin (Yeah)
This b*tch be havin' motion, I took off the rubber
I butcher the beef, you get hit with that cutter (Yeah)
Rocking that Ricky, totin' the switchy
Feelin' myself off this motherf*ckin' jiggy (Motherf*ckin' jiggy)
Havin' my way, stack my racks to the ceiling
Wake up and put on some sh*t, I be drippin'

[Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan]
B is for balling on b*tch ass n*ggas (b*tch)
O is for opps, 'cause we steppin' on n*ggas (O)
S is for saving the money, got business (S)
S for the switch on the gun, on the pistol (S)
b*tch, I'm a boss, my whole family on payroll
He tried to remix the Wock' with the [?]
Your head, it went under, I was throwin' tomatoes
Tomorrow I'm ballin on n*ggas, today and tomorrow
I know some crash dummies ready to die though
Life is like Twitter, but I do not follow
Blowin' this lemon, cherry and Gelato
I'm from the streets of Atlanta, like potholes
I'm from Atlanta, for real, I got like twenty somethin' b*tches, they all look like Latto (Woo)
Talkin' that gangster sh*t all on the internet, but you're not ready to die though
[Chorus: Lil Gnar & Rich Homie Quan]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm a motherf*ckin' boss (Boss, beep)
I'm a motherf*ckin' boss (Boss)
I'm a motherf*ckin' boss (Boss)
I'm a motherf*ckin' boss, I don't care how you cut it
This hoe super bad, but I ain't no McLovin (Yeah)
This b*tch be havin' motion, I took off the rubber
I butcher the beef, you get hit with that cutter (Yeah)
Rocking that Ricky (Ooh), totin' the switchy
Feelin' myself off this motherf*ckin' jiggy (Motherf*ckin' jiggy)
Havin' my way, stack my racks to the ceiling (Ooh)
Wake up and put on some sh*t, I be drippin'

[Outro: Rich Homie Quan]
Ooh