TV On (Big Boss) lyrics

[Intro]
(It's a CB beat, b*tch)
(Damn, Davis, drop that b*tch)
Boss
Ayy

[Chorus]
Long live the big boss (Fredo)
Put you on a big cross (Yeah)
I'm a f*ckin' big dog (Grr)
New scope, get picked off (Bang, bang)
My plug love me (Huh?)
He know I get it all (Yeah)
Fifty in the glicky (Bang)
You can come get it all (Bang)
Your b*tch face in a n*gga drawers (Huh?)
I'm the n*gga your b*tch been calling (Yeah)
b*tch, I'm higher than Cheech and Chong (Sos' baby)
Cops behind us, keep it calm (Huh?)
b*tch, don't bother me, leave me 'lone (Nah)
You don't need to know what street we on (Nah)
b*tch, just put your 3Ds on (Yeah)
Ice a movie like the TV on (Bling, bling), ayy (Bang)

[Verse 1]
You got the ammo? You want the Anna?
Better be a cheetah, better be a panther
We in the spotty, watchin' the cameras
Flew a b*tch to LA from Atlanta
You n*ggas funny, y'all should do stand up
The heater-heater turn your sh*t to winter
The bankroll all up on my mantle
The chef here, wonder what's for dinner?
I don't give a f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
Two doors up
Told the clerk you ain't done, b*tch, it's two more of us, yeah
I just lost my f*ckin' cousin, ain't no tellin' how I'll get
Don't be f*ckin' with my mulah, we'll air you 'bout this sh*t (Ayy)
[Chorus]
Long live the big boss (Fredo)
Put you on a big cross (Yeah)
I'm a f*ckin' big dog (Grr)
New scope, get picked off (Bang, bang)
My plug love me (Huh?)
He know I get it all (Yeah)
Fifty in the glicky (Bang)
You can come get it all (Bang)
Your b*tch face in a n*gga drawers (Huh?)
I'm the n*gga your b*tch been calling (Yeah)
b*tch, I'm higher than Cheech and Chong (Sos' baby)
Cops behind us, keep it calm (Huh?)
b*tch, don't bother me, leave me 'lone (Nah)
You don't need to know what street we on (Nah)
b*tch, just put your 3Ds on (Yeah)
Ice a movie like the TV on (Bling, bling), ayy (Bang)

[Verse 2]
Chief Sosa up in the cut
Feds ask about me, don't give me up
Dopey-dopey, it get me rushed
n*gga say he gon' get me touched
Used to tell n*ggas, "Pick me up"
Used to tell b*tches, "Lick me up"
Used to ride around semi'd up
Behind my foreign, there's a semi truck
Me and 'em got semis in it
Foe and 'em go dummy in it
You can't fit in the whip
b*tch, I'm actin' funny in it
Drank put my tummy in it
Dope smokes, got a onion in it
b*tches showin' they f*ckin' titties
Let's make a toast 'cause we f*ckin' did it
Glory Boys, b*tch, that's the movement
Six cars and seven toolies
We know smooth, it's how to move it
Pour eight zips, yeah, that'll do it
Just f*cked a b*tch named Miranda, too
And I f*cked her in my Yeezys, too
And I'm stackin' this sh*t up
And I put that on Jesus, too (Ayy)
[Chorus]
Long live the big boss (Fredo)
Put you on a big cross (Yeah)
I'm a f*ckin' big dog (Grr)
New scope, get picked off (Bang, bang)
My plug love me (Huh?)
He know I get it all (Yeah)
Fifty in the glicky (Bang)
You can come get it all (Bang)
Your b*tch face in a n*gga drawers (Huh?)
I'm the n*gga your b*tch been calling (Yeah)
b*tch, I'm higher than Cheech and Chong (Sos' baby)
Cops behind us, keep it calm (Huh?)
b*tch, don't bother me, leave me 'lone (Nah)
You don't need to know what street we on (Nah)
b*tch, just put your 3Ds on (Yeah)
Ice a movie like the TV on (Bling, bling), ayy (Bang)