Boss Smoke - Expendable

Get your freak on, get your freak on
Roll a blizzy, pop a thizzy
Get your drink on
But don't you sleep on
A Boss like me homes
I hit you quick with no look
Yea Patrick Mahomes
Rollin off of something you can't get
Because you bluffing
Your team ain't got no percussion
That mean they ain't beating nothing
But I got bass up in the trunk
Beating hard you know what's up
Put your daughter on the phone
Because I know she wanna..hold up
I got a sack so roll up
These lyrics pop like Soda
I got the game stitched and fixed
I got it sewed up, naw y'all ain't
Bout it bout it, but we get
Roudy roudy, catch us in the club
Showing love to yo bitch
I doubt doubt it
Naw I don't have the patience
To deal with all this faking
But I got homies, that'll eliminate
You from the whole equation
But you ain't good a math
So let me do this right
One plus one minus you
Now tell your ex why
I been with the foolish shit
On this beat yea I'm losing it you
Salty, yeah you super lit
Don't get mad you ain't good as this
All I'm playin is Bridges, Mathers
And don't forget Yates
Because disturbing the peace with
That strange music gets shady
Lately I'm slacking on writing and
Sharpening my tool let me prove
To you I got pull, I been doing this
Since grade school, wait fool
I break rules, naw I ain't cool
I'm too hot to trot that means
I'm running my dude
And I'm smoking something potent
That shit loud as fuck I know it
The neighbors keep calling po po
Because I'm causing a commotion
Don't you know my name is
Boss Smoke, I stay with the sauce bro
I ain't talking soy
I'm talking that A1 sauce boy
Break it down, roll it, and light it up
Pass it around the circle
I do not fuck with you if you faking
Keep that out my circle
Constantly pushing the limits
I am the best don't forget it
Coming with nothing but vengeance
Trying to stack all the digits
Contemplating moving weight
On the corner selling doja
Brother said he got them chickens
In the kitchen, wrist whipping
Hold up, let me show you
I'm destined to be great
The come up, is approaching and
I can't afford to be late, now what
You either hop on the train
Or you get out the way
I don't want to hear
The bull you gotta say
So stay over there
With your negative ways.
I am the Boss and you know
I got the credentials to show
Pls do not test me be cause
I got the recipe to go and
Cook up a storm
I hear what you talking about doing
But you are just talking not doing it
I'm all about action, you're all about Cappin you sound like a
Fucking sorority, I'm on a move
That's big facts, shout out to Smoove
He did that, get out the way
Get out the way, get out the way
Yea get back
You don't want it with the boss
I'm telling you I got the sauce
On deck, like a barbecue
Smoke want smoke and
I ain't talking marlboro
You are not a Statham or Stallone
But you're Expendable

Written by:
Daryin Cotton

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