Boss Life (feat. Offset)

Uh, young fly nigga I kick big shit, yeah Plus my wrist lit, hey Plus my bitch rich, yeah I'm a big pimp, yeah I talk big shit, yeah We got sticks bitch, yeah We don't miss shit, yeah uh Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands look like headlights This the boss life, yeah My bitch exclusive and she boujee, yeah Real life no movie, whole lot of groupies, yeah I gotta move a clip, in this lil' uzi yeah They like to talk a lot yeah, but we like to mute shit, yeah Pull up and shoot shit yeah, all on the roof and shit, yeah Trap out the Ruth's Chris yeah, bust down your cuban, yeah Montana, some like Tony Montana Whole lot of drums and bananas I don't fuck with no rappers I got love for my trappers, yeah Reachin' for my chains see I know blood they gon' wack 'em yeah, yeah New spot like the Falcons New drop this the fast one Get some top in the Aston 1.5 in cash, bruh Young fly nigga, they like: He so handsome I might slide through in that Rolls Royce Phantom Uh, young fly nigga I kick big shit, yeah Plus my wrist lit, hey Plus my bitch rich, yeah I'm a big pimp, yeah I talk big shit, yeah We got sticks bitch, yeah We don't miss shit, yeah uh Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands look like headlights This the boss life, yeah My bitch exclusive and she boujee, yeah Real life no movie, whole lot of groupies, yeah My whole cup polluted (drank) Get in that pint and how you can (uh) We take the fo from the groupies (wooh) I'm drippin', baby, excuse me (drip) Whole lot of gang in here (gang) Northside niggas, no names in here (Nawf) Pinky ring crystal clear, 100k spent on a private Lear 60k solitaire, I cannot vibe with queers (uh uh) I got the heart of a bear (huh) Bustin' them down by the pair (bust down) Patek Philipe, it's rare (hey) I'm smashin', pullin' her hair (smash) Trap fashion, look what I wear (trap fashion) It's a ghost but do not be scared (uh uh) It's a Wraith with stars in the ceiling, yeah (stars) They go ape on them bars catch a body, yeah Let my dick fill in her mouth like it's a cavity, yeah (eh) Sippin' on codeine, floatin' with no gravity yeah Uh, young fly nigga I kick big shit, yeah Plus my wrist lit, hey Plus my bitch rich, yeah I'm a big pimp, yeah I talk big shit, yeah We got sticks bitch, yeah We don't miss shit, yeah uh Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands look like headlights This the boss life, yeah My bitch exclusive and she boujee, yeah Real life no movie, whole lot of groupies, yeah