Boss Freestyle by Filippaniii Lyrics
[Verse 1 - Xiradis]
Aye lil mamma heard you swallow
I got bands on top of bands
Nigga don't dap me we ain't friends
Right hand always on the choppa
Yeah you know she call me papa
Take the money off the counter
Yeah she like it when i mount her
Niggas lying telling stories
Nigga this my territory
Did did I not smash this hoe before?
Lemme think nah what for
Had slide inside that bitch
Now I’m out the backdoor
Niggas hating from a distance
So guess what i ignore
[Verse 2 - Xiradis]
And I don't got a deal
I don't have to offer some meals
I'm eating for real
Soon as I walk in the building
Everybody in there could tell I'm eating for real
Just by the way that I talk, probably the way that I walk
I don't even floss
Yeah, bitches fuckin, Bitches suckin, niggas duckin, Niggas tuckin
Caught me on my good day man that nigga buggin
With your bitch she show me lovin
When i see that nigga why he always running?
451 shit ye u know I’m reppin
Niggas talkin heavy yet no one steppin
Shoutout Mataele he be grinding on a daily
Shoutout Gago yeah that nigga always ride or die for me wherever i go
[Verse 3 - Juice]
Ah, yea, yea
Juicy on the mic yeah, i don't wanna fight yeah
I just seem to kill, bitch i do it with the steel
Like a mandarin y'all peel, and that chain imma steal
Cos Juicy he on fire, the youngest fucken sire
Ain't a match for my lighter, pull your tongue out with pliers
Im a crazy motherfucker, but y'all know that
Im on my primal fuckin instinct, so watch your back
Cos that neck i might snap, and the knuckles they crack
Im like a junkie on crack, cos im just wildin out
So i might spark you now, you got a problem how?
[Verse 4 - Juice]
Bitch 1 2 3 what are you lookin at me 4
Stalk you in the streets, hunt you down like a predator
Got bulls like a matador, money cos i made it all
Now you all losing cause you losing cause you looking saw
Yeah and your bitch she a fucken whore, pullin up and kickin doors
Now with this flow imma fucken wipe the floor
Cos the sire he rockin it hip and hopin don't flop this shit
Im on top of these toppings bitch fuckin all of ur optionin
Im the one the be watchinin gold all on my wrist watch and shit
Ice is clean I just washed the shit now im poppin of poppers bitch
Aye lil mamma heard you swallow
I got bands on top of bands
Nigga don't dap me we ain't friends
Right hand always on the choppa
Yeah you know she call me papa
Take the money off the counter
Yeah she like it when i mount her
Niggas lying telling stories
Nigga this my territory
Did did I not smash this hoe before?
Lemme think nah what for
Had slide inside that bitch
Now I’m out the backdoor
Niggas hating from a distance
So guess what i ignore
[Verse 2 - Xiradis]
And I don't got a deal
I don't have to offer some meals
I'm eating for real
Soon as I walk in the building
Everybody in there could tell I'm eating for real
Just by the way that I talk, probably the way that I walk
I don't even floss
Yeah, bitches fuckin, Bitches suckin, niggas duckin, Niggas tuckin
Caught me on my good day man that nigga buggin
With your bitch she show me lovin
When i see that nigga why he always running?
451 shit ye u know I’m reppin
Niggas talkin heavy yet no one steppin
Shoutout Mataele he be grinding on a daily
Shoutout Gago yeah that nigga always ride or die for me wherever i go
[Verse 3 - Juice]
Ah, yea, yea
Juicy on the mic yeah, i don't wanna fight yeah
I just seem to kill, bitch i do it with the steel
Like a mandarin y'all peel, and that chain imma steal
Cos Juicy he on fire, the youngest fucken sire
Ain't a match for my lighter, pull your tongue out with pliers
Im a crazy motherfucker, but y'all know that
Im on my primal fuckin instinct, so watch your back
Cos that neck i might snap, and the knuckles they crack
Im like a junkie on crack, cos im just wildin out
So i might spark you now, you got a problem how?
[Verse 4 - Juice]
Bitch 1 2 3 what are you lookin at me 4
Stalk you in the streets, hunt you down like a predator
Got bulls like a matador, money cos i made it all
Now you all losing cause you losing cause you looking saw
Yeah and your bitch she a fucken whore, pullin up and kickin doors
Now with this flow imma fucken wipe the floor
Cos the sire he rockin it hip and hopin don't flop this shit
Im on top of these toppings bitch fuckin all of ur optionin
Im the one the be watchinin gold all on my wrist watch and shit
Ice is clean I just washed the shit now im poppin of poppers bitch