Lyrics Boss Up - Young Pressure

Bitch I'ma boss up till I fall down
Y'all rappers acting like doll clowns
I'm back again and so accurate
I been on dial need calls now
Fed up with snakes and I'm fed up with hoes
I'm closing my drapes and I'm closing my door
Only want cake and I only want dough
That's Pillsbury I'm still ready

Y'all feel scary can't take my flow I'm staying ghost
No sunlight I'm going hard till my funds right
Yeah fuck the world but I cum twice
My rebirth is some fright
Pop a Xan every tough night
Them hotels I reminisce but oh well don't give a shit
Got plans in these sentences
Real bars need sentences
Only been touching the surface say that I'm worthless
You the want the work or you or you want my curses
I am star but I ain't goin burst bitch
Feel like I'm far from reach
Hard to speak laying it down like carpeting
Everybody done hit nerves
My bitch bad forever you cannot
Steal her this ain't Pittsburg
I'm too nice with these words now reverse I eat
First still leave thirst coming for the top
Bitch I'm coming for the top
Even when my body drop send em all a shot
3 AM and I give what I got
Don't matter what time is on the clock
Yo bitch fiening for the cock
Smoke OG you all distraught
And it's death before dishonor
Last of a dying breed don't lie to me y'all in it for
The commas of course we need the cash at least relax
Fuck a bitch till my knees collapse
Got the pen give me the pad
Plus a billion body bags
How you feeling not as bad looking in the mirror like fuck it
I'ma be myself and y'all can never tell me nothing
That Playboy that 98 that heart break well I relate
Not by mistake what the fuck is you tryna say
Ludacris get out the way
Beat is burning this weed is burning this money burning
You don't need a furnace like Richard Sherman
I'ma take the pick and then run it back like I always earn it

Bitch I'ma boss up till I fall down
Y'all rappers acting like doll clowns
I'm back again and so accurate
I been on dial need calls now
Fed up with snakes and I'm fed up with hoes
I'm closing my drapes and I'm closing my door
Only want cake and I only want dough
That's Pillsbury I'm still ready

I just showed em how it's done
It's my timing on the clock and I don't
Want that shit to run
Seconds turn to minutes and minutes they
Turn to hours only want to make a difference but
Really they fucking doubt it
Judge a book by it's cover before it hits the outlet
Judge a book by it's cover before it hits the outlet