I'm bout to pull up

I got that bag

Chasing that check

So when you chose to pursue, I dismiss you, I just shitted on you and your next

Boss

I hate it has to be that way

I'm bout to pull up

I got that bag

Chasing that check

So when you chose to pursue, I dismiss you, I just shitted on you and your next

I hate it has to be that way

Yeah, yeah

It use to be just you and I

Back then when you were my guy

Before you dropped tops on the ride

Before any packs had arrived

It just use to be me and you, (struggling)

That's when you called me your Boo, (hustling)

You had my back and you knew I had you

At that point we started to rise

I guess that's what made you conspire

To pulling wool over my eyes

I guess that's what made you a liar

You're fired

You take me low and I want to be higher

I got a few Kings that are hitting my wire

Negative energy makes me tired

I'm bout to pull up

I got that bag

Chasing that check

So when you chose to pursue, I dismiss you, I just shitted on you and your next

Boss

I hate it has to be that way

I just might put on some Versace

Medusa all over my body

Exclusive in Tru's or some Robbin's

While yo basic bitch popping and dropping

I step in Giuseppe on bitches

The rendition of true demolition

Musician, admission, incisions, killing these bitches, bury like morticians

Opposition is no competition

Hurting these hoes, give em heart conditions

Cocked in position, like 4-5 on grip

Move with precision, with 4-5 on hip

No inhibitions, I came and I went

100% as I shit on your Bitch

Boss, giving **** hypertension

Uh, too much Sauce and I'm dripping, yea

I'm bout to pull up

I got that bag

Chasing that check

So when you chose to pursue, I dismiss you, I just shitted on you and your next

Boss

I hate it has to be that way

Yea