Boss Up Bitch by Killa Rob Lyrics
[Intro: Killa Rob]
RIP my daddy
Free my nigga AJ (EBE)
Free my nigga Lil T (1-5)
Free my nigga A-Ball (Clem Town)
Free all my niggas
New mixtape coming, be on the lookout for that bitch
Let's get it
[Verse 1: Killa Rob]
Got two things, I ain't talking Cat and the Hat
Push yo brains in yo lap
Sell a lot of pills, I don't need a trap
Run up on me, that's a trap
Niggas wanna scrap, I'm gone grab the strap
Call my nigga Shorty, you a get yo ass whacked
Need a lot of fiends, so I'm gone need a lot of crack
Fuck these niggas, and fuck these hoes
I'm gone continue counting pros
Smoking on dope, but I ain't talkin white
I got a lot of white, run up on me that's gone be yo last night
Got two k's, so I ain't tryna fight
Got a big sale, sell something white
My money rollin back, just like dice
I fucked ya bitch once, and she came back twice
Got a lot of money like Oprah Winfrey, got a lot of bro's like I know they with me
[Hook]
Fuck these niggas, and fuck these hoes
I'm gone stay on my toes, I'm gone stay countin pro's
Fuck these niggas, and fuck these hoes
I'm gone stay on my toes, I'm gone stay countin pro's
Boss up bitch, when you see me in the Hood
Boss up bitch, when you see on the Bridge
Boss up bitch, when you see me in the Chesters
Boss up bitch, when you see me in the Vill
[Verse 2: Quanny]
Pull up in that Magnum
Sippin on lean got me finnessin through the traffic
Bands in my jeans got a nigga pants saggin
Got a 40 with a 30 for niggas that's tough actin
I'm just trappin, you just rappin
Yo phone off, my shit slappin
You pump fakin, I'm just clappin
I'm gettin' money, that's what yall niggas lackin
Boss up nigga, when you see me on the Bridge
Yo bitch loose, off a blunt and some Gin
I'm only on 8, but my niggas on 10
Only day one niggas, pussy fuck new friends
And I'm smellin like that loud pack, leanin off that fuckin ack
My niggas shoot for fun, get you off about half a rack
Sellin p's and cookie, but my niggas out here sellin crack
Got goons on my team, that will get you whacked
Dressed in black
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Killa Rob]
Niggas wanna make friends, I'm just tryna make bands
Fuck a conversation, or shakin a nigga hand
Got my goons, they in the black van
You don't want these problems, if you do they come with hollows
I pop a lot of bottles, fuck these hoes cause they rats
Call my nigga Quanny, you a get yo ass whacked
Need a lot of money, I'm gone need a lot of boy
Kids play with toys, but in the streets we call them guns
I'm from where the hook will make you run
Niggas wanna hate, so you gotta have a gun
RIP my daddy
Free my nigga AJ (EBE)
Free my nigga Lil T (1-5)
Free my nigga A-Ball (Clem Town)
Free all my niggas
New mixtape coming, be on the lookout for that bitch
Let's get it
[Verse 1: Killa Rob]
Got two things, I ain't talking Cat and the Hat
Push yo brains in yo lap
Sell a lot of pills, I don't need a trap
Run up on me, that's a trap
Niggas wanna scrap, I'm gone grab the strap
Call my nigga Shorty, you a get yo ass whacked
Need a lot of fiends, so I'm gone need a lot of crack
Fuck these niggas, and fuck these hoes
I'm gone continue counting pros
Smoking on dope, but I ain't talkin white
I got a lot of white, run up on me that's gone be yo last night
Got two k's, so I ain't tryna fight
Got a big sale, sell something white
My money rollin back, just like dice
I fucked ya bitch once, and she came back twice
Got a lot of money like Oprah Winfrey, got a lot of bro's like I know they with me
[Hook]
Fuck these niggas, and fuck these hoes
I'm gone stay on my toes, I'm gone stay countin pro's
Fuck these niggas, and fuck these hoes
I'm gone stay on my toes, I'm gone stay countin pro's
Boss up bitch, when you see me in the Hood
Boss up bitch, when you see on the Bridge
Boss up bitch, when you see me in the Chesters
Boss up bitch, when you see me in the Vill
[Verse 2: Quanny]
Pull up in that Magnum
Sippin on lean got me finnessin through the traffic
Bands in my jeans got a nigga pants saggin
Got a 40 with a 30 for niggas that's tough actin
I'm just trappin, you just rappin
Yo phone off, my shit slappin
You pump fakin, I'm just clappin
I'm gettin' money, that's what yall niggas lackin
Boss up nigga, when you see me on the Bridge
Yo bitch loose, off a blunt and some Gin
I'm only on 8, but my niggas on 10
Only day one niggas, pussy fuck new friends
And I'm smellin like that loud pack, leanin off that fuckin ack
My niggas shoot for fun, get you off about half a rack
Sellin p's and cookie, but my niggas out here sellin crack
Got goons on my team, that will get you whacked
Dressed in black
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Killa Rob]
Niggas wanna make friends, I'm just tryna make bands
Fuck a conversation, or shakin a nigga hand
Got my goons, they in the black van
You don't want these problems, if you do they come with hollows
I pop a lot of bottles, fuck these hoes cause they rats
Call my nigga Quanny, you a get yo ass whacked
Need a lot of money, I'm gone need a lot of boy
Kids play with toys, but in the streets we call them guns
I'm from where the hook will make you run
Niggas wanna hate, so you gotta have a gun