Bossed Up ft. OD Trace Lyrics

Yuh, it's about like 4am right now, did this shit by like 6am, OD Trace what time

Is it in Nigeria though, you know

Coming back with the new hoes, coming back With this old flow, these bitches still gon

Trip about me, you already know how it go, Came back and we top down, suck it up she

Give me top now, them niggas know me I don't Give a fuck, you know I ain't never gon flop

Now, man that shit be tripping bout me then We gon get more, man the old shit bout it

Nigga how these niggas even know, if it's Always bout some money man that paper and

We go, if it's always about some money chase That paper and let's go, mob ties they be

Coming back, old shit we be running back and He run to the paper then thumb it back, old

Hoes man she threw it back, fuck all that Bullshit we get money how we bossed up, niggas

Know me I don't give a fuck til the boss cause Then we come up, man that shit be all news

Man that shit be old as fuck, came back and we Run it up till the summer down then we

Fuck it up, man this shit be coming up, man That shit be coming up, run through a check

Like every week cause you know I be Thumbing huns, honey bun she got thick cake, Niggas

Know me I don't give a fuck we all rep with That fake shit and those fake snakes, niggas

Know we just up mo', I ain't even gone up mo' Since fifth grade I been a baller and

These niggas cannot fuck with me, man I been Thumbing shit, man you been on some sucker

Shit, man I really got up with, man fire we Upping it, man these niggas know me

I'm in the club I'm gone throw that shit, when You in the club nigga you just standing

There and then holding shit

Yeah, OD Trace it's about like, one o'clock right Now in the afternoon, what time is it

Over there

I be tryna know bro, man these niggas be on s

Some sucker shit till we bossed up, for sure

11:11 at night we touch that bitch ain't mine, Said your boss you lying, with your account no

Dollar was found, shooters gon, off you on Time, better not get outta line talk ain't cheap

You clown , don't be running your mouth, way To the top, I'm climbing the ladder, was better

Was better, don't matter, don't bother, hop in The Benz, my nigga, my brother, my brother

Fuck it we gotta go harder, stocking the Benz, We rubber, I got it, we got it forever, we

Shining together, shake my hands, pray for a Hit in my dick and your daughter, our friends

And her mama, saying my bro boy you hating On me cause I'm getting the chung, , praying For my downfall, seven times in a row, praying I fall, like Legos

I'm stacking the cash, hoping you fall, surely You would, tough words, yeah I'm backing up

I'm backing up, demons a battle to me, why You blind to see, I'm about to chase your

Peak, smoke you all in a minute, 4-4 I want me, Giving blows for free, I'm about to chase

Your peak, bust up I'm balling all week