Lyrics

Huh
Huh
Yeah
Huh
Yeah
I'm the big boss
A villain
Stacking up guap from the floor to the ceiling
**** so fake & they moving like mannequins
Coming for ya neck, chopping off ya head again
Bitch, I'm going up & I'm bringing up the Bredren
Watch how you talking, you see how I'm stepping
Fuck **** talking, I'll send him to heaven
Load up the chopper we got that boy scrambling
Now that boy running & now that boy panicking, uh
Stomp em out, put 'em on camera, yeah, uh
I just feel like I'm the man of the year
Stomp **** out, I ain't having no fears
I'm bringing my blade out, I'm swinging my fist
When it come to this rap, ****, I'm the best
**** can't compete, can't contest
Walk in the building with a S on my chest
Pretty ass ****, but the flow so dirty
Fresh ass ****, stay flyer than a birdy
Like a New York ****, yeah, I'm hella fucking sturdy
But I'm a flint town **** going up in a hurry
**** stealing swag like pirates, get scurvy
Underground **** but ya girl probably heard of me
So I took his shawty 'cause she hella curvy
Real ass ****, so, she never curving me
**** wanna talk, I'll stomp em on the curb & shit
While I'm building these bridges, I'll dig you a ditch
Fuck **** talking, but wearing no vest
Machete going through yo fucking chest
**** claim he a dog, but know I'm the vet
Man, that shit get me mad, man, that shit get me, ughh
In the function
On that fuck shit
My brothers all around & shawty's on the floor, yeah
In the function
On that fuck shit
Don't you come around my clique 'cause we gone blow shit
In the function
On that fuck shit
My brothers all around & shawty's on the floor, yeah
In the function
On that fuck shit
Don't you come around my clique 'cause we gone blow shit
Huh, Huh
Woke up with a joint to face
**** try to hate they laced
Getting that bank, I don't gotta chase
I make it rain on yo parade
**** don't wanna run no fade
Bringing that blade out in broad day
Lotta talking coming from that ****
He not on the wave
**** they wanna be on the team, 'cause we making what they can't
**** been on that hating shit, maybe it's cause they get no pay
**** be on that hating shit, maybe it's cause they get no pape
Shawty is at my fucking crib, 'cause I'm doing what he can't
& I been killing this fashion shit, you **** new up in the game
I'm controlling all this shit, ****, there's no damn escape
Feel like I'm chosen, huh, yeah
Feel like I'm frozen, huh, huh
Chains on my body, huh, huh
I'm icy like Frozone, huh, yeah
My style so original, huh
Yeah, they try to clone it
Shawty on my body, huh, huh
She smell the cologne, yeah, uh
I'm storming the stage
I'm having my moment
I'm breaking down gates
I'll kick in your door hinge
I'm tired of pain
& I'm tired of suffering
& it's a fucking shame
Cause I've been too good, man
Now I'm taking respect
I feel like I'm Kanye
These **** surface level, I'm floating on them like a pond, aye
Woke up with a joint to face
**** try to hate they laced
Getting that bank I don't gotta chase
I make it rain on yo parade
**** don't wanna run no fade
Bringing that blade out in broad day
Shawty is at my fucking crib 'cause I'm doing what he can't
Woke up with a joint to face
**** try to hate they laced
Getting that bank I don't gotta chase
I make it rain on yo parade
**** don't wanna run no fade
Bringing that blade out in broad day
Lotta talking coming from that ****
He not on the wave
Written by: Edward Moore III
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