Boss
We dripping like sauce
You wan my loss
So I made up my mind to go flossin
These Niggas is ghost
When they pop up
They doing the most
We catch em in post
Gotta burner
I know it gon toast em
They ain't from the coast
Cappin with all of boasting
We drippin like sauce
So I made up my mind to go flossing
These niggas is ghost
When they pop up they doing the most
We catch em in post
Gotta burner
I know its got uhh
You know it get wicked
Pockets swole
We getting chicken
Niggas is not with the linking
They bread it be sinking
They just actors on a stage
Well we pop out by intermission
I had a mission
More like a bread chase
My Niggas scam out chase bank
We had to get bread
Might just put some on y'a head
If you play and talk to the feds
They gon leave em dead
That's why Im chilling of the hood
But still I wish a nigga would
I don't smoke no woods
But I still got smoke
They know Timmy get up on his suge
You doing em good
We do em for good
You know timmy do em for good
Yea we got em shook
They giving up looks
Niggas ain't playing with food
You best pay y'a dues
You best pay y'a dues
We not playing with fools yea
They not good in they hood
Take his life yea we should yea
We gon do em for good
We pull up to they hood
We gon do for good
Know these Niggas is shook
Boss
We dripping like sauce
You wan my loss
So I made up my mind to go flossin
These Niggas is ghost
When they pop up
They doing the most
We catch em in post
Gotta burner
I know it gon toast em
They ain't from the coast
Cappin with all of boasting
We drippin like sauce
So I made up my mind to go flossing
These niggas is ghost
When they pop up they doing the most
We catch em in post
Gotta burner
I know its got uhh
These niggas my enemy's
I cannot let get next to me
Member when you was friend to my
Now u is dead to me
All I really needs a bag
I wanna bill for im 70s
God been protecting me
I just got off with ya girl
She prob a sister to Beverly
She play on heavy D
Imma be burned in they mind
Niggas not gon be forgetting me
Oh no
I need a rolls
Tahoe
Whipping it ghost
Lambo
Crib in the hills
3 floors
No condo
Pronto
Gripping a nine
No rondo
You only gang
In los santos
No face no case
That's John Doe
Niggas ain't playing
Yea I know
Niggas ain't playing
That's pronto
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Boss
We dripping like sauce
You wan my loss
So I made up my mind to go flossin
These Niggas is ghost
When they pop up
They doing the most
We catch em in post
Gotta burner
I know it gon toast em
They ain't from the coast
Cappin with all of boasting
We drippin like sauce
So I made up my mind to go flossing
These niggas is ghost
When they pop up they doing the most
We catch em in post
Gotta burner
I know its got uhh
You know it get wicked
Pockets swole
We getting chicken
Niggas is not with the linking
They bread it be sinking
They just actors on a stage
Well we pop out by intermission
I had a mission
More like a bread chase
My Niggas scam out chase bank
We had to get bread
Might just put some on y'a head
If you play and talk to the feds
They gon leave em dead
That's why Im chilling of the hood
But still I wish a nigga would
I don't smoke no woods
But I still got smoke
They know Timmy get up on his suge
You doing em good
We do em for good
You know timmy do em for good
Yea we got em shook
They giving up looks
Niggas ain't playing with food
You best pay y'a dues
You best pay y'a dues
We not playing with fools yea
They not good in they hood
Take his life yea we should yea
We gon do em for good
We pull up to they hood
We gon do for good
Know these Niggas is shook
Boss
We dripping like sauce
You wan my loss
So I made up my mind to go flossin
These Niggas is ghost
When they pop up
They doing the most
We catch em in post
Gotta burner
I know it gon toast em
They ain't from the coast
Cappin with all of boasting
We drippin like sauce
So I made up my mind to go flossing
These niggas is ghost
When they pop up they doing the most
We catch em in post
Gotta burner
I know its got uhh
These niggas my enemy's
I cannot let get next to me
Member when you was friend to my
Now u is dead to me
All I really needs a bag
I wanna bill for im 70s
God been protecting me
I just got off with ya girl
She prob a sister to Beverly
She play on heavy D
Imma be burned in they mind
Niggas not gon be forgetting me
Oh no
I need a rolls
Tahoe
Whipping it ghost
Lambo
Crib in the hills
3 floors
No condo
Pronto
Gripping a nine
No rondo
You only gang
In los santos
No face no case
That's John Doe
Niggas ain't playing
Yea I know
Niggas ain't playing
That's pronto
We dripping like sauce
You wan my loss
So I made up my mind to go flossin
These Niggas is ghost
When they pop up
They doing the most
We catch em in post
Gotta burner
I know it gon toast em
They ain't from the coast
Cappin with all of boasting
We drippin like sauce
So I made up my mind to go flossing
These niggas is ghost
When they pop up they doing the most
We catch em in post
Gotta burner
I know its got uhh
You know it get wicked
Pockets swole
We getting chicken
Niggas is not with the linking
They bread it be sinking
They just actors on a stage
Well we pop out by intermission
I had a mission
More like a bread chase
My Niggas scam out chase bank
We had to get bread
Might just put some on y'a head
If you play and talk to the feds
They gon leave em dead
That's why Im chilling of the hood
But still I wish a nigga would
I don't smoke no woods
But I still got smoke
They know Timmy get up on his suge
You doing em good
We do em for good
You know timmy do em for good
Yea we got em shook
They giving up looks
Niggas ain't playing with food
You best pay y'a dues
You best pay y'a dues
We not playing with fools yea
They not good in they hood
Take his life yea we should yea
We gon do em for good
We pull up to they hood
We gon do for good
Know these Niggas is shook
Boss
We dripping like sauce
You wan my loss
So I made up my mind to go flossin
These Niggas is ghost
When they pop up
They doing the most
We catch em in post
Gotta burner
I know it gon toast em
They ain't from the coast
Cappin with all of boasting
We drippin like sauce
So I made up my mind to go flossing
These niggas is ghost
When they pop up they doing the most
We catch em in post
Gotta burner
I know its got uhh
These niggas my enemy's
I cannot let get next to me
Member when you was friend to my
Now u is dead to me
All I really needs a bag
I wanna bill for im 70s
God been protecting me
I just got off with ya girl
She prob a sister to Beverly
She play on heavy D
Imma be burned in they mind
Niggas not gon be forgetting me
Oh no
I need a rolls
Tahoe
Whipping it ghost
Lambo
Crib in the hills
3 floors
No condo
Pronto
Gripping a nine
No rondo
You only gang
In los santos
No face no case
That's John Doe
Niggas ain't playing
Yea I know
Niggas ain't playing
That's pronto
Writer: Tim Jovin
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid