(Yeah) Shout out my **** Draft P1ck. He put me on to this one. Now I’m finna put him on. Soon as he get home. (Look)

I’m back at it

Gotta take another stab at it

Cuz I’m addicted like a crack addict

Yeah I’m the boss go head and hashtag it

Do it til I’m running out of breath like an asthmatic

Pull up on yo block all black wit a flack jacket

And leave you **** shook like a spasmodic

No nerf on my turf but the strap plastic

Gimme a scope and a perch aim fantastic

Let off a couple rounds send yo ass packin

Cocky muthafucca bet I be the last standin

You know what it is

Every band I find yeah I’m going to get

Don’t listen to haters they annoying as shit

You fuccin wit a man ain’t no boys in this bitch

Just Soulja’s bangin hammers nailin holes in yo crib

You ain’t talkin now hoe you closin yo lips

You ain’t got shit on the eighties hoe the flow is the shit

HOOK

You fuckin wit boss ****

You already know that

I’m just tryin to picture my moment like Kodak

Real **** from the grow sack to the toe tag

My **** shoot like cowboys your whole clique like broke back

We kick back like bakers and watch the dough stack

We out to get the green just like a nomad

Crew chasin blue faces like Gargamel wit no cat

Eighties baby on a rise bitch you already know that

Verse Two

Don’t know what you thought it was

Or what you thought it was supposed to be

Before you start approaching me

Please know I keep the toaster clean

And always keep it close to me in case you didn’t notice me

I pull up blowin loud reading **** as I scope the scene

I gotta know who I’m fucking wit

I put the clamps up on a ****

Where you from and who you runnin with

Tell them **** if they want it they can come and get it

Shotta body count already in the double digits

Yeah I’m with the gang hoe **** you ain’t fuckin wit it

And you can square up if you think it’s something different

I hear you talking with your chest but it ain’t nothin in it

Fat fuck an easy target turn to the side and suck it in

Got two 45 HDs I call the fucking twins

And they can see through fake **** like the Hubble lens

And the ones they can’t see through make peepholes to peep through

If you stay up on that hoe shit how the fuck I’m posta treat you

HOOK

You fuckin wit boss ****

You already know that

I’m just tryin to picture my moment like Kodak

Real **** from the grow sack to the toe tag

My **** shoot like cowboys your whole clique like broke back

We kick back like bakers and watch the dough stack

We out to get the green just like a nomad

Crew chasin blue faces like Gargamel wit no cat

Eighties baby on a rise bitch you already know that

(Yeah)I told you motherfuckers You should already know you should already know yeah you should already know I,I told you motherfuckers thats right I told you motherfuckers you should already know yeah you should already know

HOOK

You fuckin wit boss ****

You already know that

I’m just tryin to picture my moment like Kodak

Real **** from the grow sack to the toe tag

My **** shoot like cowboys your whole clique like broke back

We kick back like bakers and watch the dough stack

We out to get the green just like a nomad

Crew chasin blue faces like Gargamel wit no cat

Eighties baby on a rise bitch you already know that

You fuckin wit boss ****

You already know that

I’m just tryin to picture my moment like Kodak

Real **** from the grow sack to the toe tag

My **** shoot like cowboys your whole clique like broke back

We kick back like bakers and watch the dough stack

We out to get the green just like a nomad

Crew chasin blue faces like Gargamel wit no cat

Eighties baby on a rise bitch you already know that

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