Boss Shit (feat. Cassion)

Pop the cork they on ass Pop the bottle on ass She a stripper she fat ass She come over bust her ass They already know Killa got that Gas We get in bundles don't you see these stacks Far Rock pussy boy I won't stop I can't stop And I'm going 1000 I don't want nobody in lane now You in my way you getting laid down Ars fns sks and aks now Tell my young boy spray rounds I shake off the hate cuz I'm getting cookies like Tate's Laughing To the bank only the money amma Chase F*ck her I could never love her I can not make mistake I gotta stay fly cause they look up to Killa Klay From the Generation of I.S 53 no village academy All my niggas soilders don't make send in the Calvary Look give her good dick so she can't stay mad at me Amma beat that Pussy up with so much accuracy All I know is flex on people thought shit was a joke a laugh at me Now when they see me they asking to buy Flizz shirt from me All I know trap yea trap it out the bando I ain't playing games no fucking Nintendo Shout out my Nando and my Jayte we out here tho Get straight out the lot no miles on the dashboard Told them bring the bottles cuz I like too drink a lot Gold teeth gold chain looking golden in the spot She got 100k followers but still stay up in the projects That's why told her hustle up I rather a 100k on my checks Everything Makes Cense Now i guess it's timing Young Goons and OGs tuned in when I'm rhyming They feening serve em dope they biting for it like they teething They just see me going off they ain't know i was demons Don't communicate these niggas be snitching for no reason Killa Klay Killa Klay nigga it's Killa Season