boss battle ft. adjacen7 Lyrics

I keep that green tip poking

I keep that gun reloaded

You know my blades be showin

You know my bitch ain't hoein

We in a match, you folding

All my niggas, ready posted

I keep my fingers coated, latex gloves, you'll never know it's us

In the back she rollin

I got that 40 pourin

I got the sunny rowin

I keep that thunder goin

Till I'm a 7 figure nigga

My head got a little bigger

Lookin pretty in them pictures

Never smile when I'm with her

Oh my god

Everyday I'm fighting off my demons like a monster

Imma do em dirty with the draco like a mobster

Flexin for the internet, lil nigga where yo father

If it's up it's stuck, that's my motherfucking mantra

On my iron throne getting head

I might hit yo bitch up, wonder if she over the kid (over me)

Let my money stack up, imma blow it all on a whip

You might never catch up, i been moving strong as a bitch

In my casa

Let her operate on my like she a fuckin doctor

You can't put a rate on me, im off the fuckin charts

I, need to clear my thoughts

I, went straight to the cross sights

I been on the far side

I'm a fucking boss

In my casa

Let her operate on my like she a fuckin doctor

You can't put a rate on me, im off the fuckin charts

I, need to clear my thoughts

I, went straight to the cross sights

I been on the far side

I'm a fucking boss

Fuck with K meet draco

Blade got chains like I am Kratos

10 bad bitches is my ratio

You wan't somethin'? better pay hoe (Yeah)

Just cuz I'm sick of them learnin'

On all of what I been earnin'

Yo bih want me, she been yearnin'

She cook me egg in the mornin'

Man this is awesome!

In the the foreign floorin'

But better proceed with caution

Vigilante proceed, got no mf option

Why she all up on me like chalk to a chalkboard

All you wannabe's are so fucking awkward

Please check the roster

With the gang like it's foster

Weed on me, make me tweak like Mr. Crocker

I keep that green tip poking

I keep that gun reloaded

You know my blades be showin

You know my bitch ain't hoein

We in a match, you folding

All my niggas, ready posted

I keep my fingers coated, latex gloves, you'll never know it's us

In the back she rollin

I got that 40 pourin

I got the sunny rowin

I keep that thunder goin

Till I'm a 7 figure nigga

My head got a little bigger

Lookin pretty in them pictures

Never smile when I'm with her

Oh my god