B.O.S.S. ft. Trizz Bang Lyrics

God's got Quis

It is what it is, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Leyenda!)

Tuh, let's go, yeah

What up

Yeah, what

Bitch, I'm bossed up

I'm a Big dub, B, O, double S, bitch I ain't asking for shit

I done fought my whole life, now I'm packed with a blick

Larry Bird, 33, rack and a stick

I play these cards like I'm playin go fish

Throwing the rod, I might reel in your bitch

I was shopping at Ross, now I'm shopping at 5th

This life wasn't hard cause I made it what it is

Top of the mornin', it's time to get bread

Top of the mornin', yo bitch give me head

If you wanna run like a bull, I see red

I got Christian and Louboutin bottom, they bled

If I put this ruler at the top of his head

I can teach a nigga how to be dead

Bitch, I'm balling, shoot this bitch out the red

Tryna put my daughter inna pissy Patek

Bitch, I'm balling like I'm stuck in Autumn

All these leaves keep falling, I be outta my head

All these problems got me stuck on my meds

They pocket watching, gotta watch for the feds

In the jungle bitch you better help the bear

With percussion bitch, I'm banging shit like a snare

I'm a B,O, double S, I never play fair

Imma fuck the bitch and then after that I don't care

Bossed up

I'm a Big dub, B, O, double S, bitch I ain't asking for shit

I done fought my whole life, now I'm packed with a blick

Larry Bird, 33, rack and a stick

I play these cards like I'm playin go fish

Throwing the rod, I might reel in your bitch

I was shopping at Ross, now I'm shopping at 5th

This life wasn't hard cause I made it what it is

Bossed up

I'm a Big dub, B, O, double S, bitch I ain't asking for shit

I done fought my whole life, now I'm packed with a blick

Larry Bird, 33, rack and a stick

I play these cards like I'm playin go fish

Throwing the rod, I might reel in your bitch

I was shopping at Ross, now I'm shopping at 5th

This life wasn't hard cause I made it what it is