Aye, where he get that beat from? Woozy! I just be wild with these ratchets in traffic These niggas be tryna take your soul away Yeah, I remember them days of making it happen, so I took the harder way Nah, little boy, I understand how you talking I had a part to play Out the gun raisin', it ain't even snowing, but you can ice skate Bossy, bossy, bossy, bossy, flossy, flossy, bossy, bossy, flossy, flossy, bossy, bossy Everything get costy, costy Yeah, you know we talky, talky When they talking gun involvement But you better move across you Shooter with me when I do passing Saucy, saucy, bossy, bossy These are something costy, costy The label pay me bands to walk My label pay me That Jeep can make a Willy Wonka Rock skinny jeans on Tony Hawk I'm back hard like I never lost it Chrome Heart glasses, I'ma march it Better not play it, don't play We can't slime in the red We gonna find out where they stay and shoot up the whole place Uh-uh, bitch, I go crazy, bitch, on the low, bitch And I pop my shit, that's why they looking Uh, G-O-D, ID, lil' baby from the three Yeah, these choppers shoot threes I'm with Key, that's my twin Same mom and daddy These men with this Glock on me Guess that's it, we was just vibing with some friends I just be wild with these ratchets in traffic These niggas be tryna take your soul away Yeah, I remember them days of making it happen, so I took the harder way Nah, little boy, I understand how you talking I had a part to play Out the gun raisin', it ain't even snowing, but you can ice skate Bossy, bossy, bossy, bossy, flossy, flossy, bossy, bossy, flossy, flossy, bossy, bossy Everything get costy, costy Yeah, you know we talky, talky When they talking gun involvement But you better move across you Shooter with me when I do passing Bossy, bossy, nigga know I'm flossy, flossy So I got randoms shooting collar, collar, talking about they gonna bury me Yeah, I ride with sticks and so many Glocks, these niggas ain't gon' play with me And my low-key a Hellcat and a Cherokee Yeah, my mom get anything she want She so proud of me Yeah, I walk every song getting big Yeah, I'm proud of me Lil' boy, what is you doing? 2016, I was shooting that molly, getting to it Mike Amiri jeans stuck like a turkey, ooh She asked me why I got my guard up I came from the hood Y'all nigga ain't gonna spark nothing Nah, y'all ain't out of fluid Y'all niggas start the beef up, we gonna finish y'all in the hood Y'all niggas start the beef up, we gonna shoot the chopper so good I just be wild with these ratchets in traffic These niggas be tryna take your soul away Yeah, I remember them days of making it happen, so I took the harder way Nah, little boy, I understand how you talking I had a part to play Out the gun raisin', it ain't even snowing, but you can ice skate Bossy, bossy, bossy, bossy, flossy, flossy, bossy, bossy, flossy, flossy, bossy, bossy Everything get costy, costy Yeah, you know we talky, talky When they talking gun involvement But you better move across you Shooter with me when I do passing