BossMane Tune - MF Demon

Big bag, big bands
Rubber bands, rubber grip
Extended clip, get ya mans
Get em killed, won’t go as planned
They was Beefin’ With me, like food
Coloring, They died Nigga
Want smoke,With who
My nigga? nah nigga
Try nigga, die nigga, Fire hit ya
Choppa kick yo’ dawg to the curb
All dat’ sidekickin
Since it’s up with me so bad,
Gone send ya’ to the sky with it
He ain’t kno’ his bitch was fuckin’ on me, She been sly dickin’
Why you got that stick up on yo hip?
You ain’t gon’ slide with it
Say him and his gang on go
I got something to stop niggas
And I got dat’ piece walkin’ out Neimans, Like I’m shoplifting
Bitch I keep it in the streets
Ain’t never called no cops nigga
Me against the world, all eyes on me
I feel like pac nigga
When it’s up with me, it’s gon’ go down, Cause’ im gon’ drop niggas
When ya need it, I transfer the goods, Like a drop shipment
BossMane, boss living
X’d niggas, crossed niggas
Body bag, toss niggas
Say it’s on, we off niggas
Fendi down, this ain’t Lacoste
Bitch you can’t afford the cost nether
Hand my boy these racks, turn you a pack, You just cat in the hat
Pussy boy with all that cap
Doing everything to knock you off
We spinnin’ back to back
Mane I’m frontline for my gang
You be in the back of the back
Bitch these ain’t no BBs
223’s bout’ combin’ out ya naps
Wish a nigga would, I got my stick
You niggas sweet as sap
Big bankrolls, paper in my bag
Like Dora with the map
Niggas hidin’ we gon’ find em, put them niggas on the map
Bitch we slidin’ sticks and choppas
Heartstoppas’ car stoppas, Pop ya
Split ya’ noggin, poles like poverty
Wanna sign us, like it’s snotty
Ain’t goin’ for no deal
Unless they make it, 10k times a 100
Ayeeeeee
Choppa gotta’ kick, gon’ get yo shit punted, Bitch Look
You want all the smoke, well then let’s get blunted, Fuck Nigga
They tried killin’ me but I came back
Bitch I’m the walkin’ dead
Put stacks on his head
Now he walkin’ dead, Yeah, yeah
Choppa gotta limb
Bitch I’m gone walk the leg, Yeah,yeah
Wakin’ niggas up
Like bitch get off the bed, Yeah, yeah
I will run up in yo shit
Don’t make me call up Mezz, Bitch
Y’all ain’t gon’ call up no shooters
Y’all gone call the feds,Bitch
He rode with with them pipes
Thought he was gon’ take a life
And came up dead
Choppa With a knife on the front
Been don’ sliced yo ass
Bitch I’ll kill yo ass, approach this car
Gon’ get yo’ ass smashed
Be on that machine, til’ it’s beepin
And it go dash dash
Think this shit fun and games
We gon’ see who get the last laugh
And you know I’m wreckless bitch
You know I really crash crash

Written by:
Jessie Ross

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