Su Da Boss
Текст песни FORENSICS feat. J.R. Writer & Charlie Clips

Look, you know why you ain't heard a while flex
Cause you home worried bout who getting verified next
Verified who? Nigga I'm a certified thread
Fuck verify, I'm worried bout a certified check
Check, I got great bars, you can ask your main broad
I get the top, she clean me off, brainwash
Magazines I get issue for free,
Make you read them all, said they got an issue with me
With me? I dare do, he shouldn't even wear true
Put his box under a tree, he'll be square root
True, I got the title in flaming the bars
Last time, you had a title that came with a call
Last time, you had a lime and it came in a jar
You must have really lost your mind thinking you can tangle with all
I'm your booby favorite, come salute the greatest
Before I pillowphone you haters and the nudist ladies
I'm a boss hoe, with a boss hoe
The type of bitch you wanna take to the award show
Fly, y'all should know how I ride
Mommy all on my side, cause y'all be blowing my high

Coke wars taught me bout a razor blade
Giving extra credits to my workers, that's the way to shave
Hit your head with a bottle, a ace of spade
Cause 40 a gangsta, my nigga ace to spade
And su da boss riding in that hummer thing
Used to be faithful to my bitch until your mother came
Oh you mad, I've seen my jeweler for another chain
I'm rocky, that's why the dealer box me
Club a lane, ha, Porsche box, oh you don't get it scrap
Red dot, bigger than the one that's on the twister mat
Like a popeye's work I bring them biscuit back

I'm a computer freak, for pc I gribble mac
Fuck a battlerap, let's just go clip for clack
Cause either way, I spit it 16, and it's a rap
And you gonna sleep forever, thinking it's a nap
We the best, fuck an opinion nigga, it's a fact

Try to murder with these clips when I blast off
Bad boss, come through with that yappa like a hacksaw
You whack whore, pass off, scream queen, lasso
Machine gun Kelly, bitches jelly, I'm a bad boy
Wow boy, you a tow boy, whip on alloys
More horses than a cowboy
Spock got more bud than a rose garden
Got these bitches stressed nigga, post partum
You a clown nigga, miss me with that circus show
For certain though, shoot you through your window
Got that current flow, theroflow, personal
Got these bitches twerking oh
Tell her that her ass a yes, I bang bang personal
Outlaw, different ways to box them like a sough pole
Smoking like that mary jane, indoor, outdoor
In it for that mugger boy, the mug is what I'm out for
Get peeled for them pulls, go oxymoron when that drought on
Birds up in the closet, that's my chicken coop
Dezzy birds, hollow make them hollow man invisible
Everyday my money reappearing, it's the richable
Kill these red souls nigga, don move spiritual
My finger's on that disky, I'm getting to that chicken
I'm cooking in my kitchen, my lieutenant on that mission
Said this chicken got the biscuit, I pluck her in the kitchen
I fuck her missionary, colonel sanders, niggas get it
I'm a boss