BOSSMAN FREESTYLE Lyrics

Aye, aye, aye

Reeses Puffs in the 3

That's peanut butter insides

Count the digits and I switch it when a nigga get tired

You might miss me in the coupe

I re-coupe all the troops

I'm the Bossman

Niggas ask me Jai what can I do

You gotta' make a band, and make it stack

All I wear is Tommy like a Patriot

I was coppin' Nike shit where Brady at

Gillette Stadium, but you can't play with him

You gotta play me back

I keep DSCVR, not the credit card

Nigga bet this shit is leverage, living better dawg

RMG and DTB like fuck a better squad

Fuck a 9 to 5 my niggas is some entrepreneurs

She want a picture for the gram

Ayy, she said Young Leek I like them bands

Walk a n***a down, n***a runnin' like the Runnin' Man

Balenciaga on me

Bitch these ain't from Pakistan

Pac-Man, run it man, n***a run a hunnid bands

Got a n***a bitch and she gettin' real groovy

Hoe up on my dick and she tryna make a movie

N***a never rockin' Levi, these ksubis

DSCVR, DSCVR, DSCVR on my mind

Shorty on my phone and she wastin' all my time

Tryna run an M, bih I'm steady on my grind

A milli, a milli, wrist is goin' silly

Run it up at saks, fuck a motherfuckin' Tillys

A n***a bout his cheese, I ain't talkin' bout no Philly

Damn, a n***a goin' dumb, a n***a goin' stupid

Fuck a fuckin' Ruth Chris,

N***a talkin' crazy, We gon' leave the n***a toothless

Leave a n***a slumped in her back, n***a's ruthless

Pass it to Lil Cay, shout out Double Take

Running up the bands, I'm just countin' every day

Yeah, DTB and RMG, we rippin' tracks without a fee

N***a caught the bus in motion, now he look like EDP

Stupid, up the drizzy on the opps and now I look like Cupid

DSCVR the brand, so you know the ballas gotta ball out

Ball out, ball out

Met this lil' shawty at the club, told her, call out

Caught some Jays from the mall, told him, book the mall out

Bam, bam, bam, it's a brawl out

Had to end opps career I caught a lil' fallout

Did they drop out? I don't know

Caught her by the mistletoe

Shawty give the whole block, but we all know she a hoe

Who's that on the track? That's that murderous flow

Because he killed the whole track

DTB, don't cap, keep it a hundred, that's a fact

Copped a Mac, playin' Rumination straight off the back

And we got that shit on replay

Bitch, we runnin' to the racks like it's a relay

Got the bag, but we used to run this shit up off of eBay

Now we drivin' new whips on the freeway

Locked a bitch number and I'm goin' for the kill

DTB and RMG just know my niggas real

Tryna stack these racks up so my momma can just chill

Bitch, we really in the field like Tyreek Hill

Like it's football, I got these niggas tryna watch my film

Like they tryna be like me

Just took a bitch to Poundtown, she in the skee

Pull up to the function, all black just like I'm Yeat

You want that feature, make a deposit, it ain't free

Out of rounds, swing the stick at em, just like it's wii

Niggas say they tryna pass me up, I'm tryna see

One arm, I'm hittin' it from the back, just like I'm Lee

Nah wait, let's tag team, I'm tryna hit her bestie when she leave

On her jersey, what it read? RMG and DTB