Born a Boss lyrics

[Intro]
(KT)

[Verse]
I was born to be a boss, I'm a son of the plug
On my way to the bank, I could throw you a dub
My ex just tapped in, yeah, b*tch, what’s up?
Seven b*tches in the room, tell 'em who tryna f*ck? Aye
I let my nuts hang, I'm a big dog
321, it’s a liftoff
I ain't saying it don't stink but my sh*t cost
Sherman got a style, this that motherf*cking sh*t talk
Speaking on my name, n*ggas better speak highly
Turn a red neck b*tch out like Miley
You n*ggas grown f*cking lil hoes like Kylie
I looking for no handouts, I'm jolly
A lot of n*ggas hate me, got me feeling like a Nazi
Tryna bite the swag, I don't f*ck with you zombies
Me and G-Bo Lean came up with nobody
Hottest from our section, we the Antioch Mozzy
Sherm ain't from the Yoc, nerd n*ggas sound dumb
Lived in that b*tch like ten years plus
I'm like a virgin, I don't give no f*cks
I got some hard di*k that’ll make a b*tch bust
Louis on my feet, b*tch, watch where you stepping
Center of attention every time that I’m present
Get up off your ass, boy, you need to stop begging
I ain't ask for help, I just made some sh*t happen
Tired of the acting, n*ggas always telling stories
I’m always giving game like a n*gga in his 40s
I had to cop a hammer to eliminate my worries
Only thing I need a b*tch for when I'm horny
Go to sleep with nine, count ten by the morning
Been chasing chicken, you would think that I'm farming
I don't really want no main b*tch ’cause I'm heartless
And I be doing sh*t where I ain't tryna get no karma
If you ain't my mans, n*gga, I don't want a feature
Could've snatched your b*tch but I don't wanna keep her
Everybody know that I'm all for the people
But if bro don't f*ck with me I don't f*ck with you neither
Would tell you what I make but you probably won't believe it
Don't tell 'em what you did 'cause they probably gon' repeat it
When I got shot I swear I thought I was dreaming
Now I can't never leave the house without a G-man
Real recognize real, all the fake can't
Don't believe sh*t about me if I ain't say
You could be my b*tch for the night but you can't stay
Always get my money upfront 'cause I can't wait
Sticking to the code like some motherf*cking duct tape
Always talking money on the phone, I don't cupcake
Every day I dress like I'm finna hit the runway
I'm balling off the dribble, I don't even gotta pump fake, b*tch