Rich The Kid, Jay Critch and Skillibeng - Real Boss

Yo, Alvero
Yeah
Yeah

Fuck me like I'm a real boss (yeah)
Bought a Forgi', my wheel cost (yeah)
Top shotta get you knocked off (yeah)
Fuck around, knock your block off (yeah)
Two girls come, tap me out (yeah)
Hundred racks, I fucked that up (yeah)
Maybach gon' drop me off (yeah)
Just a million dollars in the loft
Yeah, pull up the big mansion with the shottas
She was a chicken head, I told her, "Gobble"
Ride in the backseat with the chopper
I'm smoking up the pound like a rasta
Kick a bitch out the crib like soccer
Bet you, my shooter pull up in a Honda
Bet, you ain't knock it off for a hundred
Big rubber, young nigga get blinded

Big mansion but my bitch got money
Me a big boss, pull up and stunt
Why he cappin'? He ain't got no hundreds
I was smokin up the pound, I'm blinded

That's a drug, chop a hole in the hundred
Niggas fakin', I'ma keep it a hundred
If you talkin' 'bout my city, we running
Call the shooters, make the pussies start running
Smoke out the pound, used to go sell an onion
You better get low, my niggas coming
It ain't Calypso when we start drumming
I got a rich hoe, I'm in her stomach
You niggas really ain't talking 'bout nothin'
Keeping it with me, I dare you to try shit
These niggas safe in the hole, they sidekicks
I'm talking money and they get it silent

Fuck me like I'm a real boss (yeah)
Bought a Forgi', my wheel cost (yeah)
Top shotta get you knocked off (yeah)
Fuck around, knock your block off (yeah)
Two girls come, tap me out (yeah)
Hundred racks, I fucked that up (yeah)
Maybach gon' drop me off (yeah)
Just a million dollars in the loft
Yeah, pull up the big mansion with the shottas
She was a chicken head, I told her, "Gobble"
Ride in the backseat with the chopper
I'm smoking up the pound like the roster
Kick a bitch out the crib like soccer
Bet you, my shooter pull up in a Honda
Bet, you ain't knock it off for a hundred
Big rubber, young nigga get blinded

Unnuh nuh ramp wid mi money (nah)
Find a yute, give me all the hundreds (yeah)
Fuck dem gyal (yeah)
Shove mi 'ood all in her tummy (tummy, you see?)
(Brr) Yeah, she bust it (bust it, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
She suck my dick then me fuck it
Don't try me, clip have in thirty (thirty)
Say yuh badda than me, 'top di fuckery (fuckery)
Full ah courage, me 'tep out and go make dem duppy
Dump dem ah rubbish (rubbish)
Glock mek di place haffi bloody (bloody)
And we have di power like Sonic (Sonic)
Gwan like seh unnuh wicked and tough
And a dem gyal ah suck off mi cocky (yeah)
So me gi' her di porridge (yeah)
Di protein shake fi her body
She suck off mi dick and she go do the sloppy (sloppy)
She make me buss like me callous
And we have the big racks, fuck dem gyal and her mi killa (yeah)
Roll up like Armadillo
Wid some blunts weh bigger than cigar (yeah)

Fuck me like I'm a real boss (yeah)
Bought a Forgi', my wheel cost (yeah)
Top shotta get you knocked off (yeah)
Fuck around, knock your block off (yeah)
Two girls come, tap me out (yeah)
Hundred racks, I fucked that up (yeah)
Maybach gon' drop me off (yeah)
Just a million dollars in the loft
Yeah, pull up the big mansion with the shottas
She was a chicken head, I told her, "Gobble"
Ride in the backseat with the chopper
I'm smoking up the pound like the roster
Kick a bitch out the crib like soccer
Bet you, my shooter pull up in a Honda
Bet, you ain't knock it off for a hundred
Big rubber, young nigga get blinded

Written by:
Emwah Warmington, Dimitri Leslie Roger, Jason Critchlow

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