Boss (Remix) lyrics
by G Herbo
[Verse 1: Dreezy]
Word around I'm a underground
Now they heard the kid just got signed
Had to put myself first n*ggas after mine
They know I'm hot as a mothaf*cka you could be a sucka Wouldn't love him if he was my valentine
I'm on every plug up in the clubs
Thuggin' ain't no ducking when I say it's hammer time
n*ggas acting like b*tches
Got me feeling like I walked in a gay bash
Holding on too, my money long
Boy you better come up with a late pass
I'll never change even with the fame
No fake titties, no fake ass
And I don't get enough credit
So now these rappers gotta pay cash
And I bling more than I walk around
I just took a trip to like three cities
Can you be in my VIP, call him V.I.C
Don't be silly
Got the block asking who f*cking with me
And then the white fans yelling "G-Willie"
You a lost pup and I'm bossed up
Now these n*ggas gotta call me D Diddy
Let's get it
[Hook]
I stopped counting haters, I got way too many
Always talking bands but you ain't breaking any
I know b*tches hating but why n*ggas envy?
Quit in any city, b*tch who f*cking with me
I'ma f*cking boss I'ma f*cking boss (x4)
[Verse 2. Lil Herb]
It's G Herbo
I'm the only Mack without a Cadillac
I be counting racks
Smoking out the pound
Rollin' back to back like I got cataracts
And this Mac-11 go rat-a-tat
I'll change a n*gga like matter of fact
And I changed flows after Kill sh*t
So I birthed rap n*ggas after that
And at any moment, I can kill sh*t
Then come back and body sh*t after that
Drop a deuce when I wake up
Then pour up another four after that
Purple drank on like I'm Pimp C
So you know I gotta have the Act to nap
Kobe squad no NBA ain't no 78th
b*tch I'm hacking Shaq
And the label meets with my skully on n*gga
Nah I ain't with the rapper act
I'm a rap n*gga but I don't rap beef
Nah, I won't act how the rappers act
I be in the streets if you looking for me
Hanging where them killers and the trappers at
Fo'nem really out here smokin' sh*t
They ain't blowing hits, you ain't clapping back
And we EBK, no n*gga over here controlling sh*t
We ain't having that
Let a n*gga try to blitz some
We gonna throw some bullets in his Packers cap
I be off the sh*ts so you know them killas
Gotta watch my back
n*ggas with me in the studio don't know how to rap
[Hook]
I stopped counting haters, I got way too many
Always talking bands but you ain't breaking any
I know b*tches hating but why n*ggas envy?
Quit in any city, b*tch who f*cking with me
I'ma f*cking boss I'ma f*cking boss (x4)