BOSSMAN FREESTYLE

Aye, aye, aye Reeses Puffs in the 3 That's peanut butter insides Count the digits and I switch it when a nigga get tired You might miss me in the coupe I re-coupe all the troops I'm the Bossman Niggas ask me Jai what can I do You gotta' make a band, and make it stack All I wear is Tommy like a Patriot I was coppin' Nike shit where Brady at Gillette Stadium, but you can't play with him You gotta play me back I keep DSCVR, not the credit card Nigga bet this shit is leverage, living better dawg RMG and DTB like f*ck a better squad F*ck a 9 to 5 my niggas is some entrepreneurs She want a picture for the gram Ayy, she said Young Leek I like them bands Walk a n***a down, n***a runnin' like the Runnin' Man Balenciaga on me Bitch these ain't from Pakistan Pac-Man, run it man, n***a run a hunnid bands Got a n***a bitch and she gettin' real groovy Hoe up on my dick and she tryna make a movie N***a never rockin' Levi, these ksubis DSCVR, DSCVR, DSCVR on my mind Shorty on my phone and she wastin' all my time Tryna run an M, bih I'm steady on my grind A milli, a milli, wrist is goin' silly Run it up at saks, f*ck a motherfuckin' Tillys A n***a bout his cheese, I ain't talkin' bout no Philly Damn, a n***a goin' dumb, a n***a goin' stupid F*ck a fuckin' Ruth Chris, N***a talkin' crazy, We gon' leave the n***a toothless Leave a n***a slumped in her back, n***a's ruthless Pass it to Lil Cay, shout out Double Take Running up the bands, I'm just countin' every day Yeah, DTB and RMG, we rippin' tracks without a fee N***a caught the bus in motion, now he look like EDP Stupid, up the drizzy on the opps and now I look like Cupid DSCVR the brand, so you know the ballas gotta ball out Ball out, ball out Met this lil' shawty at the club, told her, call out Caught some Jays from the mall, told him, book the mall out Bam, bam, bam, it's a brawl out Had to end opps career I caught a lil' fallout Did they drop out? I don't know Caught her by the mistletoe Shawty give the whole block, but we all know she a hoe Who's that on the track? That's that murderous flow Because he killed the whole track DTB, don't cap, keep it a hundred, that's a fact Copped a Mac, playin' Rumination straight off the back And we got that shit on replay Bitch, we runnin' to the racks like it's a relay Got the bag, but we used to run this shit up off of eBay Now we drivin' new whips on the freeway Locked a bitch number and I'm goin' for the kill DTB and RMG just know my niggas real Tryna stack these racks up so my momma can just chill Bitch, we really in the field like Tyreek Hill Like it's football, I got these niggas tryna watch my film Like they tryna be like me Just took a bitch to Poundtown, she in the skee Pull up to the function, all black just like I'm Yeat You want that feature, make a deposit, it ain't free Out of rounds, swing the stick at em, just like it's wii Niggas say they tryna pass me up, I'm tryna see One arm, I'm hittin' it from the back, just like I'm Lee Nah wait, let's tag team, I'm tryna hit her bestie when she leave On her jersey, what it read? RMG and DTB