You near the real boss,
gonna treat you good,
and slut you in the sheet
Black trucks or Sprinter vans,
when we pop out,
we fit the deet
I had to carry myself,
and get you wet,
and turn you to a freak
Known to beat the road up on the flight,
down there every week
Went on doin' a show,
come with that back end,
don't do * for free
Call the fee,
gotta pay that fee,
so you want me on your beat
Playin' with that paint,
the quicker way to get put underneath
We pull up to your door and pop off,
just like Uber Eats
I don't click off,
I meet up,
nigga,
boss is linked
Everybody around me up and *,
like we on the tree
I ain't gon' stop,
til I'm up a mil' with a house on the beach
All you want a rich nigga,
with his bag up You don't want no bitch nigga,
or nigga goin'
outside to * Yeah,
your nigga broke his head,
no wonder
why he mad at * I see niggas tryin' to keep up,
and they
still can't pass up I'm tired of your nigga playin' games,
they gon' get with me Where they spunk on you in the whole year,
I blew that on some sneaks Maybe your nigga the mid-store runner,
I
make him beat his feet I don't know what lies he sold to you,
but
he a bitch to me