BO$$ - DJ Pharris, Young Dolph, G Herbo

Show 'em who the boss, when you niggas gonna learn

Show 'em who the boss, when you niggas gonna learn

Show 'em who the boss, when you niggas gonna learn

Niggas robbing, niggas banging, niggas slangin' down here

Niggas robbing niggas slanging

Gangbanging 'round here

I woke up this morning got bored

Then said fuck, we’re spendin' a mil

I got too many spots, I forgot where I live

Besides the holla tips, I don’t got shit to give

She gone on the pills, I’m gone on the mills

I still got deals, with my vacuum sealed

70k for plain jane Patek

I might pull up on your bitch in a chevy

Walking with a limb, with my pockets real heavy

Give you 50 pounds, see how fast you can sell it

Meet me at Harold’s Chicken on 87

Parked in the drop on the side by the docks

VVS rocks, all in my watch

Real trap nigga, bitch this is where I’m hot

Fucked your bitch and her friend on a yacht

Cartiers on, finger on the Glock

Hit that bitch bad but she still a thot

Fuck her from the back 'till she begged me to stop

Born in Chiraq, got rich in Memphis

Pull like John Gotti but I keep it pimping

Prometh' before codeine, yea that’s what I’m sippin'

50 a show and he’s still independent

Millions and millions on top of more millions

That’s Paper Rap Business, yeah Paper Rap Business

We shoot to kill, nah we ain’t missin'

My whole closet, it was made in Italy

Slam dunk a 100 pack like Michael Philly

Show 'em who the boss, when you niggas gonna learn

Show 'em who the boss, when you niggas gonna learn

Show 'em who the boss, when you niggas gonna learn

Show 'em who the boss, when you niggas gonna learn

Niggas robbing, niggas banging, niggas slangin' down here

Cross in this game ass burned

Sitting a the red light, 40 on my lap I’m like

Should I bust a left or right, grab a hoe and go get a bite like

And I got a foreign outside, she suck it while we go on a ride

Real street nigga, yeah

You can see it in my eyes bitch

Why you acting surprised

Tote a baby draco my son’s size

In the trap, I’m serving cakes and pies

Whole beef I got a mack with fries

Mashed up, I want a nigga to die

4 season that means I pack the ride

Baby lil' Glock in the back of the ride

Hop in the back the Maybach and I slide

Thank you darling, yappity die

They track you, don’t

Then making peace, bitch I’m clappin' the five

Chopper down my

Pull up surf to trap and drive

Sliding in this Benz bitch my

Police behind me its time to decide

Still in the stu and its 3 in the morning, I just wake back up from my nap

cause I’m high

Walking in and gribbing 8 prolly 9

Bitch nagging me, I ain’t fucking cuz I’m tired

Broke as fuck you grabbin shit all of the store

It’s too high you can’t even buy

It’s a city game, niggas a fifty, who know, you can’t even lie

Show 'em who the boss, when you niggas gonna learn

Show 'em who the boss, when you niggas gonna learn

Show 'em who the boss, when you niggas gonna learn

Niggas robbing, niggas banging, niggas slangin' down here