Boss sh*t lyrics

[Intro]
f*ckin’ around with them

[Chorus: BAK Jay]
Aw’ sh*t, you been f*ckin’ around with them, i knew ya love ain’t cost sh*t
I been takin’ trips, go state to state, i been on boss sh*t
We the ones, who took yo sh*t, got you thinkin’ you lost it
I’m the one who lit, i get the crowd, and start a most pit
These drugs [?]
Catch ‘em, face ‘em, that’s how i get
I might chase ‘em for the win
I been takin’ all these drugs, i don’t think, i can stop ‘em, yeah
Why this b*tch, keep sayin’ she love me?, When she f*ckin’ on my twin
f*ck that b*tch, let’s get it in
Just drop that bag, I’m tryna spin

[Verse: BAK Jay]
f*ck for hours, and hours, off a perky and a 10
Gotta be careful with my cup, i f*ck around, and spill it on my pants
Dog sh*t you steppin’ in
Rat b*tch gon’ call it in
I’m been trippin’ lately, [?], God forgive for my sins
f*ck that sh*t, i need another one, finna pour another one
She thinks she slick, she on some, b*tch you ain’t on nun
Hop out with blicks, don’t think you finna run, this switch gon’ hit his lungs
f*ck around, takin’ all these meds, f*ck up my head, been feelin’ numb
Steppin’ out, i see you lookin’, like why the f*ck you starin’?
Playin’ around with my heart, i ain’t peep, but you ain’t carin’
Switchin’ out my cars, lil bro got the keys, went and got McLaren
[Chorus: BAK Jay]
Aw’ sh*t, you been f*ckin’ around with them, i knew ya love ain’t cost sh*t
I been takin’ trips, go state to state, i been on boss sh*t
We the ones, who took yo sh*t, got you thinkin’ you lost it
I’m the one who lit, i get the crowd, and start a most pit
These drugs [?]
Catch ‘em, face ‘em, that’s how i get
I might chase ‘em for the win
I been takin’ all these drugs, i don’t think, i can stop ‘em, yeah
Why this b*tch, keep sayin’ she love me?, When she f*ckin’ on my twin
f*ck that b*tch, let’s get it in
Just drop that bag, I’m tryna spin

[Verse: FattMack]
I’m tryna spin on some, yeah
If we see that car, bend down the corner, we gon’ fill it up
Yeah, i pay bro a 10, to go spin, walk down and finish ’em, n*gga
You wouldn’t drop chain, ya sh*t ain’t hittin’, cause you ain’t spend enough, n*gga
I walk in the party, and my Cartier start hittin’ up
Yeah, I’m really havin’ pape, these n*ggas fakin’ it for Instagram (Yeah)
n*gga talkin’ ‘bout he got smoke with me, come get ur issue then (Yeah)
We slide down there street, with hella heat, and shoot like [?]
Every time you mad, you get to sayin’ the sh*t, you really feel
Come back, and say you “love me”, no you don’t
If you ain’t talkin’ ‘bout no money, I’m not pickin’ up the phone
n*gga hoppin’ on my wave, they wanna be me, tryna clone
Yeah, i thought you was real, but you was foney
[Chorus: BAK Jay]
Aw’ sh*t, you been f*ckin’ around with them, i knew ya love ain’t cost sh*t
I been takin’ trips, go state to state, i been on boss sh*t
We the ones, who took yo sh*t, got you thinkin’ you lost it
I’m the one who lit, i get the crowd, and start a most pit
These drugs [?]
Catch ‘em, face ‘em, that’s how i get
I might chase ‘em for the win
I been takin’ all these drugs, i don’t think, i can stop ‘em, yeah
Why this b*tch, keep sayin’ she love me?, When she f*ckin’ on my twin
f*ck that b*tch, let’s get it in
Just drop that bag, I’m tryna spin