Boss Smoke - I Got It

I don't need gold, I don't need silver
But I got it, I dont need riches
I don't need women, but I got it
I don't need drama, unless you want
Trauma to your noggin
Because I'm popping and you're not
So don't try this shit cause I got it
I don't need gold, I don't need silver
But I got it, I dont need riches
I don't need women, but I got it
I don't need drama, unless you want
Trauma to your noggin
Because I'm popping and you're not
So don't try this shit cause I got it
Yo don't try me partner
That ain't wise cause I'll chop you up
With these lines see I
Sauce them up with these rhymes
And then wash them down with they Wine, I know I'm the best
And I'll say it again yea I'm conceited
I know it's a sin
But you can not stop me nor top me Don't try me cause I got the plans
To make all of the profits
I'm riding the beat
Like a boat in the sea
Chopping it up like its bon appetite
If I pick up the pack
And don't smell it before I see it
That pack is not coming with me
I got it on lock
Like your phone in the car
Or niggah what's up
Like my pump in the trunk
Disrespect a tech vet boy get back
Before you get two in the chest
Bad bitch, I got it
Weird shit, like rodman
Kill shit, no violence
And dip quick, like sonic
You do not know
What you started man
No I don't got time for the funny shit
Make you put me on your bucket list Cause you know it's me
You ain't fucking with
So you got a plan
But you not the man
They give you a beat
You do what you can
They give me a beat
I'm killing this shit
Yea I'm bout to go stupid
Green eggs and ham
Walawalabingbang
I stun like a stingray
You think that you big well
I must be King Sized
What you think about this
Since your shit weak, my shit sick
My shit hit like jaylon smith
Stay lit like clubs at ten
Bad bitch say she brought a friend
Well hop in let the night begin
I ain't gutter but I'm going gutter
On this fucking beat when I speak Bitches want to freak
Niggas out here sleeping
Catch me whipping in a bentley With your bitch you know she
With me and we smoking
On some shit she sucking dick
Just call her becky
Strolling down the strip
Just me and my niggas
Rolling up some of that sticky icky
Green you coming with us
I don't need gold, I don't need silver
But I got it, I dont need riches
I don't need women, but I got it
I don't need drama, unless you want
Trauma to your noggin
Because I'm popping and you're not
So don't try this shit cause I got it
I don't need gold, I don't need silver
But I got it, I dont need riches
I don't need women, but I got it
I don't need drama, unless you want
Trauma to your noggin
Because I'm popping and you're not
So don't try this shit cause I got it
Boss Smoke got it, you just talking
Bullshit walking, big shit popping
Your girl stay bobbing
My girl stay flawless
My crew stay mobbing
I stay stunting
Always stay a hundred
Never caught fronting
Smoke on diesel, never unleaded
Keep the crowd rocking
Hate keep coming new shit dropping
Smoke who want it
Boss Smoke, rollin low
Moving slow mo with blow though
Get do dode with yo ho in the back Of my four door, no friends just us
Niggah uh oh
Get back for I bust loads, unload
I mean unload a bus load
Full of hundos want to cuff those When the club close
Don't touch those boy they cut throat
Im on a roll
Like the blunt in my hand
Packing this bitch
Like I'm packing a van
Full of them people that
Come with them thangs
Banana clip no orangatain
Catch me in traffic I'm
Whipping and shit
Bass be smackin my
Windows are tinted
Sunroof cracked so smoke be seepin
But nobody knows it's smoke
They seeing, pull up in something
That no one has ever seen
My facial hair like the seventies
Im bad as michael no billie jean
If you try to film me I make scene
You do not know it cause
I do not show it
Im constantly fighting with inner me
Cause he thinks it's funny to
Smoke a whole onion then
Go out in public it's crazy
I wouldn't lie to you dog
I wouldn't put faith in these hoes
Cause some of your homies are
Broads, and most of these hoes are
Bros, gettin rich is all that
Makes sense in my business
Besides all of that
I dont care about bitches
If none of your sentences
Fit with my business
Than please stay away from me
With that Bullshit
I'm one planet
And two light years away
You got to catch a rocket ship
To get where I stay, fuck a plane
You ain't as high as me
You ain't as fly as me
Even a pair a skinny jeans
Not as tight as me, roll it up niggah
Roll it up boss smoke in this bitch
With that loud pack if that's your bag
I can't hear that shit
Fresher than a baby's ass out the bath Or a new pair of kicks
When it comes to boss smoke spittin
Mann you know he finna kill it
I don't need gold, I don't need silver
But I got it, I dont need riches
I don't need women, but I got it
I don't need drama, unless you want
Trauma to your noggin
Because I'm popping and you're not
So don't try this shit cause I got it

Written by:
Daryin Cotton

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