Boss Freestyle (feat. Smokey Schultz)

Uh, uh Uh, uh Uh, uh-un Uh Uh, uh Uh, uh Uh, uh-un Uh, Uh, Yeah Pockets fat like Rick Ross Uh, uh, uh Bitch, I'm a fucking boss Uh, uh, uh What I do, get up in my car and skirt off Yeah (Uh-un) What she do, yeah, she take her skirt off She help me get my rocks off Yeah She help gang, get they rocks off Pause Pick it up right where you left it at Relappin' on this bitch 800 like I'm running track He ate it up just like a snack pack Had him keep coming back like a running back Shit smack I know Can't fuck with broke niggas, that shit for the low I know Can't fuck with these lames, they'll snitch on you for the low I know Countin' racks, just know, I got enough to blow Throw my hands in the air and do my money dance Yeah Throw my hands in the air and do my money dance Throw my hands in the air and do my money dance Throw my hands in the air and do my money dance Yeah, What the fuck you doing Use a funny man Hmph Get your money up Not your funny up You's a funny man Hmph Get your money up, Not your funny up You's a funny man Hmph Get your money up, Not your funny up Yous a funny man What the fuck you doing You's a bummy man What the fuck you doing You's a clumsy man What the fuck you doing He keep fumbling He can't be on my team cause he be fumbling She can't be on my team cause she be mumbling All my dogs love to brawl, you can't silence them Can't be tamed, they straight coming out the lion's den Fuck what you talking bout, and your team, bitch fuck all of them Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah, ayy Damn, I got Cotton mouth had to catch my breath If you fuck with us, we'll take away your fucking breath If you fuck with us, you'll get hit with a kill tech If you fuck with us, Tristan hit you with an AK Cody hit you with that fucking 4.5 or a Drake, uh Yeah, make them choppers sing, then ain't Drake, yeah We got hella O's, but we ain't OVO Yeah, your bitch ride us like a rodeo Fire off with the K's, this is not the show Light em' up with the three, Curry wrist fasho Green beam on a tech, this is not the show Do my little dance whenever I up the score