Born a Boss

(KT) I was born to be a boss, I'm a son of the plug On my way to the bank, I could throw you a dub My ex just tapped in, yeah, bitch, what's up? Seven bitches in the room, tell 'em who tryna fuck? Aye I let my nuts hang, I'm a big dog Three-hundred-twenty-one, it's a liftoff I ain't saying it don't stink, but my shit cost Sherman got a style, this that motherfucking shit talk Speaking on my name, niggas better speak highly Turn a red neck bitch out like Miley You niggas grown fucking lil' hoes like Kylie I looking for no handouts, I'm jolly A lot of niggas hate me, got me feeling like a Nazi Tryna bite the swag, I don't fuck with you zombies Me and G-Bo Lean came up with nobody Hottest from our section, we the Antioch Mozzy Sherm ain't from the Yoc, nerd niggas sound dumb Lived in that bitch like ten years plus I'm like a virgin, I don't give no fucks I got some hard dick that'll make a bitch bust Louis on my feet, bitch, watch where you stepping Center of attention every time that I'm present Get up off your ass, boy, you need to stop begging I ain't ask for help, I just made some shit happen Tired of the acting, niggas always telling stories I'm always giving game like a nigga in his 40s I had to cop a hammer to eliminate my worries Only thing I need a bitch for when I'm horny Go to sleep with nine, count ten by the morning Been chasing chicken, you would think that I'm farming I don't really want no main bitch, 'cause I'm heartless And I be doing shit where I ain't tryna get no karma If you ain't my mans, nigga, I don't want a feature Could've snatched your bitch, but I don't wanna keep her Everybody know that I'm all for the people But if bro don't fuck with you, I can't fuck with you neither Would tell you what I make, but you probably won't believe it Don't tell 'em what you did, 'cause they probably gon' repeat it When I got shot, I swear I thought I was dreaming Now I can't never leave the house without a G-man Real recognize real, all the fake can't Don't believe shit about me if I ain't say it You could be my bitch for the night, but you can't stay Always get my money upfront, 'cause I can't wait Sticking to the code like some motherfucking duct tape Always talking money on the phone, I don't cupcake Every day, I dress like I'm finna hit the runway I'm balling off the dribble, I don't even gotta pump fake, bitch