I 'mma show you mother$#&@ers how to kill a remix
Comin' all black like I'm hittin' them licks
All black with them ladders hangin' out

30-round clips, call them %#@!s chopsticks
Run up in the booth with a ski mask on
Run up in the booth make a ski mask song

Run up the booth, then I hop up in the Coupe
Now I'm ridin' in the FERRARI with a ski mask on
I'm too bossed up

I need to turn my boss down
King of the Street %#@!, where the $#&@ is my crown?
Graduated from the street but I kept my gown

You the mother$#&@in' man if you servin' your town
My lil' ^!$$% eat, sleep
%#@! and deal cocaine

Not that rap %#@!
I'm talkin' real cocaine
Boss Yo Life Up Gang

With my boss (*##$ and she bossed up
On that 2Pac, she's gettin' tossed up
Can't cross me, you'll get crossed up

Can't cross me
I'm too bossed up
My name Hefe

I do boss %#@!
No Old Star, get lost, (*##$
You a (*##$ ^!$$%

Then kick rocks
Just know rich ^!$$%s do drop-tops
You ain't %#@!

I talk %#@!
Ebola rhymes
My watch sick

I'm Top Gun
I'm in the @@#!pit
Got the game locked, call the locksmith

No Stan Smith
I do gourmet
Giuseppes, new Jersrey

My earrings, they cold as $#&@
Call the North Pole
That's bossin' up


Valet park my whip
Hammer time for my chips

Your girlfriend choosin' so you mad as $#&@
Chillin' with my coalition, ^!$$%s rackin' up
A lil' Louis, but my (*##$ want some bags and stuff


Bossin' up and you downgrade
Look around and see a bunch of clowns

Tryna represent my town lately
I've been gone for like 30 days
I wore every chain, no wedding ring

Got a boss (*##$ and she understand
That timing is everything
Nah, don't trip put it on the tab

Knowin' I'm a G, gotta put it on the bag
Break a (*##$ down, gotta put her in a cast
She ain't got a ride, might put her in a cab

You ain't even know, ^!$$%? Put him in a class
Trip, Big Chuck might put you in the past
Hit a blunt hard, ^!$$%, put me in the pads

Just rolled up, but the high don't last
Ridin' through the city, hope I don't crash
Know they thought that it wasn't gon' last

You can't even tell me why you mad?
Is it really that bad, is you doin' that bad?
What you make in a year I pay in taxes

The money burnin' holes in my pocket
I just need somewhere to ash it
Nah, you ain't gotta ask


Valet park my whip
Hammer time for my chips

Your girlfriend choosin' so you mad as $#&@
Chillin' with my coalition, ^!$$%s rackin' up
A lil' Louis, but my (*##$ want some bags and stuff

Cause I done already lost enough

See, like ever since last year
Everythin' I'm buyin', now it cost one up
Say, it's dark as $#&@
Girl, why you actin' hard
The $#&@

Why you got your guards up
Like you playin' ball or somethin'
Pull up in that Porsche Panamera, park it up
Hop out lookin' sharp as $#&@
Tint dark as $#&@

(*##$, $#&@ up off
But you know we don't love them hoes
me and Young partnerin' up
That's the talk in all the barbershops, ^!$$%
Shaq height, couldn't baller block

Probably invest in all the stocks
I'm 400, corporate thuggin', pushin' at the label
Mama still got bills that's gotta be paid for
Remember when mama wasn't able?
With them credit card numbers
I was payin' cable

It's all respect over here
We gettin' checks over here
All my homies rap
So all my ^!$$%s got next over here

Valet park my whip
Hammer time for my chips

Your girlfriend choosin' so you mad as $#&@
Chillin' with my coalition, ^!$$%s rackin' up
A lil' Louis, but my (*##$ want some bags and stuff