BOSSA lyrics

[Verse 1]
I do my dirt all by my lone
Ride with a b*tch comin' down off a four
Get top, top down, Glock firin' at the Po
Pop pop 2 shots n*gga dyin' at the store
Life a b*tch kinda fine I decided to stroke
'Bout mine n*gga pop the door
I'm lyin' if I said I wasn't stuntin'
Cause I pull up with a hunnid straight chummin' suicidin' the doors
With a Rolex, no stress no sweat
And a gold Tec, don't let me flex
Runnin' the game so you know I gotta get it in blood if another n*gga owe me checks
Early Nas just a young n*gga stuck up in the jungle started snortin' lines
Put the gat up
Push a n*gga
If you f*ckin' up the money mother Mary have mercy on a spoiled child
You know
God is a gamble
Black thoughts, White b*tch, Black Rambo
My mind all f*cked up so corrupt
You don't want gun play you don't got enough ammo pus*y
Tell a pus*y n*gga push me
pus*y n*gga dead, I'mma dead it right there
Since a young buck bumping Young Buck
Got potato on the pump
Yellin' n*gga no fair no fair n*gga
Hot land cold air n*gga
I'm ridin' with the K
I'm down for the gang
All gold rope chain signify that fact that I ride with the flame
Swang out, on the block bang out
Put the tre out, few shots rang out
Blap blap blap jumpin' in the back of the 'Lac
Duck back to the spot fade out like
[Hook: 8x]
It's murda
It's murda
It's murda
It's murda

[Verse 2]
Aw sh*t you done p*ssed him off
p*ss drunk with his pistol drawn
Pit stop with the dope spot
Money don't stop won't stop so I gotta get the bricks to sort
I ain't never been rich before
I ain't never had sh*t before
So I ain't never gonna stop
I'mma keep my burner on the right side
I'mma keep my work in a Ziploc
You know
God is a gamble
Black thoughts, White b*tch, Black Rambo
At age nine it was gang signs
I bang nines shavin' numbers off the handle
Holla if you runnin' widdit
Black Jeep with a duffle in it
Full of cane and a shovel in it
I do a little time to time
My n*gga said I'm depressed I confess that I struggle with it
Ain't nobody f*ckin' with it
Can't stand when a n*gga say they know me
You don't mothaf*ckin' know me
I don't know myself
Murda money murda murda money on my mind
Four Xanax to control myself
f*ck the game a road full of hiccups and pain
My heart stained I unload myself
Look, look but
You know
...Me
Hell naw I let the shells off
Bullets propel
Another pus*y n*gga turned bail
Hard body n*gga turned stale
Soft body n*gga turned frail
Whip scale and I sip ale
Sip ale and I skip bail
Fish tail 'round the corner in a drop top
Fish tail 'round the corner cause the block hot
Fish tail run up on 'em n*gga pop pop
Roll out
[Hook]