Petrelli - Boss Shit Lyrics

We on some boss shit boss shit
Throw your ps in the air if u on some boss shit
Be on some floss shit floss shit
We about to go crazy like we done lost it
We on some boss shit boss shit
Throw your ps in the air if u on some boss shit
Be on some floss shit floss shit
We about to go crazy like we done lost it
Dont be stunting on your insta I'll pop the jewels worn in ur pics
Dont make me come out with this pitcher like i was born with a gift
Thought i was done out i switched up tore through the strip
Trap phone never rung out i was all for the jibs
I always picked up even if they short on the quid
And u could never tell me shit i always thought of my kids
So i rarely give f*cks i just walk into risks
I had to make a quick buck to feed my daughter and live
I fell into the flip buzz when I ordered a brick
I wanna be a rich cunt skunked bored in the crib
Wid my bad bitch drunk slumped flaunting her tits
I give her mad dick one tump all in the ribs
I was on the corner wid a portion to dish
In the morning till the dawn we was born to be lit
It's not a thing i know i went off course for a bit
I made a come back and stacked up more than a hit
I was a kid lunch bag walk wid the flick
Real hustler i could turn 3 scores into six
I wernt a trick or a punk i was more of a prick
Brudda u dont wanna end up getting caught when i switch
In the slums trapped really it was boring as shit
Cali weed lungs black from all that we lit
Addicted to the rum yak i'll be pouring i'm licked
Better hold ur tounge slap put em all in a spliff
We on some boss shit boss shit
Throw your ps in the air if u on some boss shit
Be on some floss shit floss shit
We about to go crazy like we done lost it
We on some boss shit boss shit
Throw your ps in the air if u on some boss shit
Be on some floss shit floss shit
We about to go crazy like we done lost it
God bless my soul
The good die young if i touch the afterlife i hope reach the heavens old
Even under pressure i ain't never fold
Grab the wales cos every spec of every zed i get is getting sold
Weed diz ket or coke
I had heavy loads
Had to hack the weather it was getting cold
This is the life that the devil owns
So make sure u never get involved
Take the stepping stones out the hood and try forget the roads
I just wanted luxury house looking lovely
I be on the couch proud living comfortably
I'll get it no doubt from the ground i move up a piece
I had to dead the doubt and now i'm out on some f*ckery
Feds want me down feeling like they bugging me
They tryna draw me out they itching to put the cuff on me
Still i be about i'm wicked my vision gluttony
Never for the clout i did it becah i'm hungry
Never outta bounds in the south of the country
And yeah i love the pounds das why i founded all these money schemes
Ounces on ounces on ounces yeah we had to cut the keys
Ounces on ounces on ounces yeah we had to cut the keys
We on some boss shit boss shit
Throw your ps in the air if u on some boss shit
Be on some floss shit floss shit
We about to go crazy like we done lost it
We on some boss shit boss shit
Throw your ps in the air if u on some boss shit
Be on some floss shit floss shit
We about to go crazy like we done lost it