(Young Rich Squad)
Boss nigga, go figure
Even if you talk shit, I won't diss ya
Pull up with the chop stick, uh
It's a stick up
Niggas think they flow sick, but so
Excuse me
A lane switching, no snitching
Aim with ya languages, no bitching
Same as these lame niggas that stay simping
I stay with that 'K gripping, I can't kick it
Even if you aim listen, them shots missing
You talking, you was sneak dissing, but that's fishing
I prolly got some beef, vision, go wash dishes
'Cause most you niggas stay fibbing
You stay slipping
Niggas think they flow sick, but it's so (hiccup)
Excuse me, I'm
Excuse me
A boss nigga, go figure
Even if you talk shit, I won't diss ya
Pull up with the chop stick, uh
It's a stick up
Niggas think they flow sick, but so (hiccup)
Excuse me