Ya know the vibe cuh
Yea
Let's get fucked up
I am the boss
If you ain't fuck wimme
It's your loss
I'm wit the robbers juggers finessers and feins
The type mutha fuckers that you don't cross
I fucked yo main hoe
N then she went psycho
I was in and out
Don't act like she mine bro
He wanted racks
Had to work for it
What did that boy do?
He ran it back
I was all over the track
At the same time
Pullin yo bitches tracks out
Said she never fuck someone that smoke real loud
I am the boss
If you ain't fuck wimme
It's your loss
I'm wit the robbers juggers finessers and feins
The type mutha fuckers that you don't cross
I fucked yo main hoe
N then she went psycho
I was in and out
I am the boss
If you ain't fuck wimme
It's your loss
I'm wit the robbers juggers finessers and feins
The type mutha fuckers that you don't cross
I fucked yo main hoe
N then she went psycho
I was in and out
Don't act like she mine bro
Steady wit the ar
Yo bitch
Give me top
In my dodge charger
N i could hit you wit this blick
But it wouldn't do shit
Cause ain't nobody know you
And ain't nobody know shit
My cracker
Step out of the picture
Make it rich
Then make it richer
That's the goal
And that's the anthem
And that's the prayer
You could say i'm allergic to losing
Honestly
I don't think anybody on top of me
I walk around n treat the world like it's fucking monopoly
I don't think anybodys stoping me
Ima hustle n get where i'm supposed to be
Thru the real G
Asked if i'm wit it
I said probably
But i won't press unless you press me, first
Next words were
Bitch get off of me
Can't trust nobody, ha