Bossman Dlow I4 Music (feat. Loe Shimmy)
[Intro: BossMan DLow]
Nigga
Pussy
Yeah
(Gentle Beatz)
Yeah
[Chorus: BossMan DLow]
Nigga talkin' my trap open, my trap ain't never closed (Nigga)
I'm a bully in the kitchen, I keep beatin' up the 'bow (Nigga)
He keep pullin' out two racks, I just spent that in the store (Pussy)
I can make a fifty quick, that's like five shows
Pull up in a— how the f..ck I'ma drive slow? (Nigga)
Smokin' on that— got my eyes low (Zaza)
You keep doin' all that hatin', your ass gon' die broke (Pussy nigga)
Jumped in the i8 (Yoom), jumped on I-4 (Yoom)
[Verse 1: BossMan DLow]
I don't need a bodyguard, I got gang with me, nigga (Pussy nigga)
Chain half a brick, pinky ring hittin', nigga (Pussy)
I don't condone that ho shit, don't put my name in it, nigga
Plug gave me the whole— shh, did my thing with it, nigga
I got 20/20 vision, still don't see a nigga ass
Pullin' up 2023, I'm ready to leave a nigga ass
You wanna grab some plates? I'll feed a nigga ass
Brodie got thе broomstick, ready to sweep a nigga ass
[Chorus: BossMan DLow]
Nigga talkin' my trap open, my trap ain't nevеr closed (Nigga)
I'm a bully in the kitchen, I keep beatin' up the 'bow (Nigga)
He keep pullin' out two racks, I just spent that in the store (Pussy)
I can make a fifty quick, that's like five shows
Pull up in a— how the f..ck I'ma drive slow? (Nigga)
Smokin' on that— got my eyes low (Zaza)
You keep doin' all that hatin', your ass gon' die broke (Pussy nigga)
Jumped in the i8 (Yoom), jumped on I-4 (Yoom)
[Verse 2: Loe Shimmy]
Once he play, I send 'em (I send 'em in)
Hit the road with twenty 'bows, took trackers out the rental (I did)
My bitch hate when I be geeked off drugs, I need it for my mental (I'm geeked up out my body)
Take these bracelets, I go thirty ball, plug Gio on my denim (I am, yeah)
Yeah, I'm a rap-trappin', gate-whippin', chicken-flippin'
In here cuttin' slabs, got mama mad from f..ckin' up her kitchen
My left wrist so dumb, it cost a ticket, my bitch bad, I'm picky
She put so much coca up her nose, I save her under Whitney
Bitch, I'm rappin', trappin', sellin' lows, go up the road and send 'em (I am)
We got button on back of every pole, I got more ass than titty
Got buttons like the Navy (Frrt)
We reach in our stash and I throw them racks, then go 'head, bust it, baby (Then go 'head, bust it, baby)
I'm in too deep, I love to creep, I'm happy when I'm faded (I think I'm in too deep)
Man, D keep beatin' down my door, I thought that was the raiders (I thought that was the raiders)
These rappers can't even f..ck with me, ain't doin' no debatin' (No one can f..ck with Z)
If I shoot my shot, then I won't miss, bae, call me Jayson Tatum (Swish)
Yeah (Yeah)
[Chorus: BossMan DLow]
Nigga talkin' my trap open, my trap ain't never closed (Nigga)
I'm a bully in the kitchen, I keep beatin' up the 'bow (Nigga)
He keep pullin' out two racks, I just spent that in the store (Pussy)
I can make a fifty quick, that's like five shows
Pull up in a— how the f..ck I'ma drive slow? (Nigga)
Smokin' on that— got my eyes low (Zaza)
You keep doin' all that hatin', your ass gon' die broke (Pussy nigga)
Jumped in the i8 (Yoom), jumped on I-4
