Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Show 'em who the boss, when you **** gonna learn?
Show 'em who the boss, when you **** gonna learn?
Show 'em who the boss, when you **** gonna learn?
**** robbing, **** banging, **** slangin' down here
[Verse 2]
**** robbing, **** slanging
Gangbanging 'round here
I woke up this morning got bored
Then said fuck, we're spendin' a mil
I got too many spots, I forgot where I live
Besides a hollow tip, I don't got shit to give
She gone on the pills, I'm gone on the mills
I still got deals, with my vacuum sealed
[Verse 3]
70k for Plain Jane Patek
I might pull up on your bitch in a Chevy
Walking with a limp, with my pockets real heavy
Give you 50 pounds, see how fast you can sell it
Meet me at Harold's Chicken on 87
Parked in the drop on the side by the docks
VVS rocks, all in my watch
Real trap ****, bitch this is why I'm hot
Fucked your bitch and her friend on a yacht
Cartiers on, finger on the Glock
Yeah, that bitch bad but she still a thot
Fuck her from the back till she begged me to stop
Born in Chiraq, got rich in Memphis
Pull like John Gotti but I keep it pimping
Prometh' with codeine, yeah that's what I'm sippin'
50 a show and he's still independent
Millions and millions on top of more millions
That's Paper Route Business, yeah Paper Route Business
We shoot to kill, nah we ain't missin'
My whole closet, it was made in Italy
Slam dunk a 100 pack like Michael Finley
[Verse 4]
Show 'em who the boss, when you **** gonna learn?
Show 'em who the boss, when you **** gonna learn?
Show 'em who the boss, when you **** gonna learn?
**** cross in this game then yo ass'll get burned
[Verse 5]
Sitting a the red light, 40 on my lap I'm like
Should I bust a left or right, grab a hoe and go get a bite like?
And I got a foreign outside, she suck it while we go on a ride
Real street ****, yeah
You can see it in my eyes bitch
[Verse 6]
Why you acting surprised?
Tote a baby Draco my son's size
In the trap, I'm serving cakes and pies
Whole beef, I got a MAC with fries
Mashed up, I want a **** to die
Four seats, that mean I pack the ride
Baby lil' Glock in the back of the ride
Hop in the back the Maybach and I slide
Diamonds my bro, from the rack to the M.I.
Thank you darling, yappity die
I ain't tryna give you no dap or a five
Ain't making peace, bitch I'm clappin' the five
Chopper down, my pap alive
Pull up surf to trap and drive
Slide in this Benz, my trap call was a vibe
Police behind me it's time to decide
Still in the stu and it's 3 in the morning
I just woke back up from my nap 'cause I'm high
Walk in the crib at like 8, prolly 9
My bitch mad at me, I ain't fuck 'cause I'm tired
Broke as fuck you grabbin shit all of the store
It's too high thought you can't even buy
I know I'm rich, what up?
Hit your city, give **** a fifty who know you, you can't even hide
[Verse 7]
Show 'em who the boss, when you **** gonna learn?
Show 'em who the boss, when you **** gonna learn?
Show 'em who the boss, when you **** gonna learn?
**** robbing, **** banging, **** slangin' down here