Boss Baby

Ay Taro Shit, Bitch They know the f*ck going on I'm the boss, baby Honestly bro F*ck, bruh Stop playing with me Play that bitch (Ay) Ay, Ay I'm a boss baby, way shawty call me at 3am Yeah I ain't gone answer I'm a rosta, know I'm finna geek with fam Smoking pounds give a f*ck bout cancer I'm on hots, so if you test Then a motherfucker at your spot We gonna send your mans up On the block, where we shooting Man the score like 3 to 10 Better back them hands up Said she like my voice, I'm like "Which one?" I'm finna end your boys, huh? Which gun? I got chops, ARs, extendos You f*ck around a bit, you getting cooked some I dabble around a bit with getting looks So I don't even give a f*ck what your hook sound like I know I'm the goat I cannot f*ck with these bitches 'cause they getting booked son So I leave in a car Back out the wraith, then we hop in a tank Don't know what you was thinking I do it a lot I'm on the way to your ho, shawty place No we not doing dates I just do her a lot Pulling out Ks out the bank Like I own all the safes I must say that I'm moving the spot I don't got time for the jakes I don't got time to chase, just the bank Give a f*ck 'bout a cop F*ck 'bout the opps Talk on my boys and we shoot up your spot Tryna spin through we gone oot at your car When I pull out the chop, don't go talk to the cops Say your bitch hot, but she not she a thot Man I'd get your ass robbed, but you don't got a lot Man I'm clearing the spot send they ass to they pops Once you talk on my bros you'll be talking to pac Make that boy talk to the rocks Make that boy talk to the chop Sliding like butter, serving these bullets Like these motherfuckers off of the rocks I see that motherfucking opp I grab that motherfucking glock Make that boy stutter, he cannot sho-sho-shoot, bitch He busy getting shot I'm a boss baby, way shawty call me at 3am Yeah I ain't gone answer I'm a rosta, know I'm finna geek with fam Smoking pounds give a f*ck bout cancer I'm on hots, so if you test Then a motherfucker at your spot We gonna send your mans up On the block, where we shooting Man the score like 3 to 10 Better back them hands up (Ay, Ay) (I'm a boss baby, way shawty call me at 3am, yeah I ain't gone) (I'm a rosta, know I'm finna geek with fam) (Smoking pounds give a f*ck bout) (I'm on hots, so if you test) (Then a motherfucker at your spot) (We gonna send your mans up) (On the block, where we shooting) (Man the score like 3 to 10) (Better back them hands up) (Yuh)