Chilly Winters - Boss Up (feat. Machete Stan)

Boss up, whats the hold up?
Everyday we plot big shit
Straight drip in the soda
I aint even tryna die yet
So every single day I'm just getting to the ups (ups)
Im just getting to the ups (ups)
Every single day Im just getting to the ups (ups)
I'm just getting to the ups

Everything I do is for the pro
Fuck hoes, get money, get doe, I'm on the go
Keep the pistol for protection, not for show
Do your bid n keep your mouth closed that's the code
I'm a super bad dude dawg, I'm getting that fa sho
You can say I fucked up but this the life that I chose
Aye machete grab the gas n let the fire start
Kick the door n strong arm em wit the fire arm
I aint letting up until they bury
Save the eulogy, I don't need nobody sparing me
Wild wit the thug shit, livin wit no clarity
Every move I make I double up and do it carefully, numerically
No flex, plot big, let ya nutz hang
We on the block let the gun bang
Let em kno we aint no hoe
Imma touch 100 k bitch I put it on my bros

Boss up, whats the hold up?
Everyday we plot big shit
Straight drip in the soda
I aint even tryna die yet
So every single day I'm just getting to the ups (ups)
Im just getting to the ups (ups)
Every single day Im just getting to the ups (ups)
I'm just getting to the ups
Boss up, whats the hold up?
Everyday we plot big shit
Straight drip in the soda
I aint even tryna die yet
So every single day I'm just getting to the ups (ups)
Im just getting to the ups (ups)
Every single day Im just getting to the ups (ups)
I'm just getting to the ups

And I aint tryna die yet
Need at least 100 thou on a mission tryna find that
And I aint talkin dime bags
I'm talkin budget for the studio to show you where my minds at
15 hours a day just to eat
I learned aint shit in my city gonna be free
Started spittin verses over beats
Hit the homie gage and copped a couple leases
Had to get it poppin for the streets
Chilly winters in the D coolin like he mr. freezing
Had to go n kill the fuckin beat, yea the rest is history
We got to turn up for the weekend
Plottin money got me in the deep end
Me n hater bitches we aint really speakin
Ive been all about my money for a reason
I aint come up for a minute just this recent

Boss up, whats the hold up?
Everyday we plot big shit
Straight drip in the soda
I aint even tryna die yet
So every single day I'm just getting to the ups (ups)
Im just getting to the ups (ups)
Every single day Im just getting to the ups (ups)
I'm just getting to the ups
Boss up, whats the hold up?
Everyday we plot big shit
Straight drip in the soda
I aint even tryna die yet
So every single day I'm just getting to the ups (ups)
Im just getting to the ups (ups)
Every single day Im just getting to the ups (ups)
I'm just getting to the ups

Written by:
Chilly Winers, Chilly Winters, Machete Stan

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