Boss Freestyle lyrics

[Verse]
Yea I came in with the sauce, ooh
Yea I came in with the sauce, yea
b*tch I flex Rick Ross, ooh
RGMG Imma boss
I don't really understand you n*ggas must be lost
Taken over with my plan no matter the f*cking cost
How a man so hot with his wrist so frost
Damn that's moi
b*tch I floss
n*ggas pop a xan I really just want a Porsche
Kill [?] fans you gotta destroy the source
No beat
I'm just sparing, foreign on Genobi
High state ventures, balling shout out to Kobe
Y'all n*ggas prolly don't know me
At Jay Show two-three [?] kings since '03
You b*tch really wanna throat me
Please ask Diddy
I sure rock flow that's revolting, disgusting
I'm the n*gga you can't f*ck with
So stop with the process b*tch, don't trust it
I peep your sh*t, that sh*t is f*ck sh*t
You should stop rapping, I'm quick scoping on Rust b*tch
I've always been more of a Battlefield fan
Y'all n*ggas rainbow, fake trap, I'm Kapkan
Sorry for the games bars
But I be playing
Y'all serious spitting lame bars
I rap circle around n*ggas
I aim bars to middle of that circle you burn flame bars
Let me know when you want me rap serious, really
I'm curious
Don't I make you furious
My skills been here n*gga like the pyramid
And y'all can't stop my sentences, period
I'm ill, ain't no curing this
G wagon same color as delirious
Eddie Murphy
Red leather, I been better
Trend setter
Got death jams, no vendetta
Coming soon, new wagon cost ten Jettas
My n*ggas like Squirtle, leave you man wet up, pause
Y'all n*ggas real funny
Told you every single move like it's real money
Damn, move with your opps, you a real dummy
I remove you like the top when it's real sunny
Gotta keep the fake from me
If I didn't how the f*ck would I make money
This sauce ain't nothing you can take from me
Imma boss, play with dough like I make putty
b*tch