Boss up

Diamonds on my neck like aqua

Got a fur coat like it's Chewbacca

Steady mixing drank with the Monster

Then I hit the green like it's matcha

I'm gon hiss at yo bitch like a mamba

Said my boots real skin, anaconda

No Yeat but I ride in a Tonka

Step in Balenci I used to wear Sambas

Huh, huh, huh, huh

On this beat I go

I'm off whatever I just wanna float

I strike shit down but I ain't Lil Boat

Glistening watch had to drop a bankroll

Got too much cash stuffed into my coat

Run through the metal detector with gold

Baby, I know, I know, I know

Yea

What could we be?

I got pints hidden under your seat

I got stripes with the whistle on me

I'm like Mike Jack when I walk on this beat

Bitch I'm making bread, straight wheat

I'm getting high, straight weed

I'll take my check in a damn heartbeat

I'm bossed up so damn much, I'm on fleek

In class with a high C, I just been sipping on Hi-C

I just been bumping straight Hi-C

Fucking in May, now my son is a Pisces

Put him in Rick and my son start flying

Bitch, you don't see what I see

I put the cash in my face, now eyes green

If I got a blunt, bitch, I'm sparking

And I'm so far gone think I'm dying

What could we be?

It's under your seat

With the whistle on me

Bitch, I walk on the beat

It's straight wheat

It's straight weed

In a damn heartbeat

Yea, my diamonds on fleek

My son on fleek

It's Hi-C, yea it's on fleek

It's on fleek

Yea, it's on fleek

Got my bitch on fleek

The diamonds, they on fleek

I'm bossed up, I'm bossed up

I'm on fleek (Boss)

I said I'm outta here

The gas got me outta here

I'm the type to fuck up my lungs

But never my veneers, yea

I just poured a 4 just for the road I'm swerving deers

And I cry waiting for you but swear it's happy tears

Tryna get in my way, get cleared

This is worldwide, round the sphere

I got plenty ties, you got fears

Spin his block like I spin some gears

Bitch I'm back but outta here

Finger fuck the glock, it go off in your ear

We hit his face, red dye on his beard

Said, I'm going up more every year

Chrome socks

Balenci rocks

I got grails and I'm copping em all

Parking lot

Swerve the cops

College girl take Adderall

I just came back I ain't passing the ball

Shoot for the stars like basketball

Ugly ass boy, neanderthal

You got weak ass numbers overall

I said bitch I'm back for a minute, I'm boutta go spin it, I'm just tryna do my lil shit

I'm racking in numbers and digits, might go religious, I was just praying for this

Lil bitch I'm racking the business

I fuck on my tenant

You know that I been staying in it

She wanted kissing, turned into flicking, she thought she grabbing my dick she was up on the glock and she finger the trigger it's ticking

Get to the cash it's my favorite tradition, put that in mission, fuck a submission

We can both shine yea, we can both glisten