Lyrics Bosses (feat. Smoke Boys) - Section Boyz , Rv
Hargo
Production
RV
Said
he's
on
me,
he
ain't
thinking
right
Anytime
that
I
grip
and
slide,
that's
tinted
rides
with
things
inside
You
ain't
never
rid
so
much
in
a
Week
that
your
dinger
had
engine
lights
Man
smoke
boys
in
my
section,
fam
I
don't
roll
with
no
kitchen
knife
These
hollow
tips
work
like
Kryptonite
I
don't
care
if
he's
hench
like
Armz,
calm,
put
on
my
bally
like
Swarmz
Leather
gloves
over
my
palms,
I
go
make
that
beat
like
Carns
Can't
Trapmash,
get
whacked
for
that
dance
Score
points
when
I
get
the
chance
Them
man
can't
win
the
war,
get
bored
in
the
[?]
like
France
Pots
and
pans,
we
ain't
pounding
yam,
man's
pounding
white
See
my
man
then
boom,
bang,
would've
been
a
scrap
but
I
roll
with
9s
Bro
said
just
rap
don't
ride,
give
me
a
9 and
give
me
a
bike
Bad
one
wanna
be
bae,
she
can't
even
be
my
side
OT
on
tour,
done
miles,
bare
rice
and
peas
in
the
house
I
can't
let
man
draw
me
out,
I
got
all
this
sauce
and
style
Everyday
drip
and
drown,
the
bros
are
more
than
foul
I
was
OT
for
weeks,
I
might
be
on
tour
right
now
They're
looking
at
me
like
it
must
be
nice
Cah
I
just
stepped
out
my
whip
with
A
sexy
bitch
and
she
hugged
me
tight
Came
a
long
way
from
making
those
flips
And
taking
those
trips
to
the
countryside
She
said
that
she
love
and
she
wan'
Cuff
me
but
I
don't
trust
these
lies
Cah
I
know
that
she
got
a
man,
and
she
knows
that
I
got
them
bands
If
you
come
check
my
pockets,
all
of
my
set
are
bosses
The
finest
whips,
designer
drip,
we
don't
buy
creps
from
Office
Anytime
we
rise
the
ting,
opps
know
what
time
it
is
You
would've
thought
our
skengs
had
watches
Jump
in
the
whip,
turn
on
my
phone
Mish
and
mash,
in
and
out
that
trap,
getting
all
this
prof'
from
crow
I
don't
know
Bart
Simpson
or
Homer,
all
I
know
is
dough
Delete
my
number,
My
ex
can't
keep
my
jumper,
I
left
that
bitch
in
the
cold
Cold,
got
a
brick
in
the
back
so
I
can't
take
the
long
way
home
Home,
I
was
flat
on
my
face
'till
My
money
got
long
like
a
shotgun
nose
These
niggas
don't
get
no
P's,
lying
in
the
freezer,
everything
froze
Feeling
like
Escobar
'cause
of
all
this
weight
I
sold
Sticks
and
stones,
big
weight
And
I'm
lifting
loads,
in
late
From
the
kitchen
stove,
quick
change
In
the
different
clothes
Bro
said
that's
mum
for
the
Seasoning,
beg
man
try
use
a
different
bowl
Londis,
we
got
bits
in
bulk
Bosses,
not
like
Rick,
no
Think
out
of
the
coat
like
watch
this
Drop
that
full
in
his
coccyx
Spinner
holds
five,
in
fact,
that's
a
hot
six
Got
wads
in,
couldn't
be
whatless
On
the
crud
like
Mr
Wot
is
Smoke
for
a
paigon,
agnostic
Cookie
my
fragrance,
chip
chocolate
Kicking
my
lungs
in
with
drop
kicks
OT,
took
a
trip
with
chopsticks
They're
looking
at
me
like
it
must
be
nice
Cah
I
just
stepped
out
my
whip
with
A
sexy
bitch
and
she
hugged
me
tight
Came
a
long
way
from
making
those
flips
And
taking
those
trips
to
the
countryside
She
said
that
she
love
and
she
wan'
Cuff
me
but
I
don't
trust
these
lies
Cah
I
know
that
she
got
a
man,
and
she
knows
that
I
got
them
bands
If
you
come
check
my
pockets,
all
of
my
set
are
bosses
The
finest
whips,
designer
drip,
we
don't
buy
creps
from
Office
Anytime
we
rise
the
ting,
opps
know
what
time
it
is
You
would've
thought
our
skengs
had
watches
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