S3nsi Molly and Lil Brook - Big Boss

(I get my work from the Narcos) yeah, ayy
(Skrrt) uh
Okay (beep beep, turn up the show)
(Brrt) look, go
Back up, racks up
Listen, gang (brrt, ha)

Big boss, big moves, ayy (big boss), big table (big, big, uh)
Big guap, big paycheck, ayy (guap, guap), big label, ayy
Big cups, big syrup, ayy (sip, sip), not maple
Wake up, get fresh (fresh, fresh)
Chase paper (that's ice)

Two bitches love me, ayy (ayy), they freaks (ha)
One bitch, two Glocks, ayy (rrah), three deep, ayy
New ice, new bling (ice, ice, ice), VV's (VV)
Your nigga eat me (mms), I'm treats (yeah)
Yeah, we gang (ayy)
Got shooters, they goin' insane (goin' insane)
Rockin' with Molly, she pass me that thing (go)
I still be in the hood with them niggas that bang (yeah)
Ayy, play with these hoes like some keys on pianos
Pull up them Dracos and sing like sopranos (pull up, pull up)
Whole lot of bullets, a whole lot of ammo (rrah)
Kick back and let go and that thing going blam-o

Yeah, go
Bring out them racks and get robbed in the store (robbed, go)
Smoked all the pack, had to tell 'em bring more
If you ain't from Texas, you takin' our flow
Book 'em a flight then we shoot up the show
Ah, we not playin', ayy
Thirty round Draco kick back (kick back)
Ah, get to sprayin'

Big boss, big moves, ayy (big boss), big table (big, big, uh)
Big guap, big paycheck, ayy (guap, guap), big label, ayy
Big cups, big syrup, ayy (sip, sip), not maple
Wake up, get fresh (fresh, fresh)
Chase paper (that's ice)

Go, yeah
Yeah, aim, yeah, go

Written by:
Brooklyn Bolden, Marissa White, Jonathan Martinez

Publisher:
Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc.

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