Bossmane by Sherwood Marty Lyrics
[Intro]
Ayy Marc, what it do?
[Chorus]
Nigga want smoke, we eating his face
Bitch we goin blow, we got too many Ks
Chasing that dough, like I’m in the race
I’m moving slow, I poured up an eighth
Fuck what he saying
Click clack, blow, blam, you know its off with his brain
Ducking the feds, I’m a bossman
Just got off the phone with Lil Flame
I want head
We don’t talk man, she just be giving me brain
Now niggas scared
We don’t talk man, we goin walk down with them thangs
Run up that bread
We don’t clout man, I’m tryna run up that change
Put him to bed
Ready to stalk man, you better stay in your lane
[Verse 1]
You better stay in your lane nigga
All of my niggas goin bang nigga
None of my niggas goin hang with ya
How you got smoke with a lame nigga?
Whipping up pure cocaine nigga
Real street niggas don’t change nigga
None of your niggas got aim nigga
Caught him down bad, he ain’t kill em
All my niggas shooters, we be swishing shit like Golden State
Walk down with this ruger with a glizzy or a .38
If you in the streets when shit get real you cannot hesitate
Smoking weed to meditate
I’m just trying to elevate
[Chorus]
Nigga want smoke, we eating his face
Bitch we goin blow, we got too many Ks
Chasing that dough, like I’m in the race
I’m moving slow, I poured up an eighth
Fuck what he saying
Click clack, blow, blam, you know its off with his brain
Ducking the feds, I’m a bossman
Just got off the phone with Lil Flame
I want head
We don’t talk man, she just be giving me brain
Now niggas scared
We don’t talk man, we goin walk down with them thangs
Run up that bread
We don’t clout man, I’m tryna run up that change
Put him to bed
Ready to stalk man, you better stay in your lane
[Verse 2]
I’m in the car with a foreign broad
She tryna fuck like a pornstar
Want me to buy here a foreign car
I don’t know what the fuck wrong with her
This bitch crazy but her head amazing
She goin eat it daily
Lately I be faded
But the way she taste it, she so educated
It’s like lately niggas just been hating
Bullets penetrating
To the faces
Now go visit Satan
That’s for all that hating
Relocating if I catch some cases
Just goin move to Vegas
My lil baby, the way she be stationed
Know she got that paper
[Chorus]
Nigga want smoke, we eating his face
Bitch we goin blow, we got too many Ks
Chasing that dough, like I’m in the race
I’m moving slow, I poured up an eighth
Fuck what he saying
Click clack, blow, blam, you know its off with his brain
Ducking the feds, I’m a bossman
Just got off the phone with Lil Flame
I want head
We don’t talk man, she just be giving me brain
Now niggas scared
We don’t talk man, we goin walk down with them thangs
Run up that bread
We don’t clout man, I’m tryna run up that change
Put him to bed
Ready to stalk man, you better stay in your lane
Ayy Marc, what it do?
[Chorus]
Nigga want smoke, we eating his face
Bitch we goin blow, we got too many Ks
Chasing that dough, like I’m in the race
I’m moving slow, I poured up an eighth
Fuck what he saying
Click clack, blow, blam, you know its off with his brain
Ducking the feds, I’m a bossman
Just got off the phone with Lil Flame
I want head
We don’t talk man, she just be giving me brain
Now niggas scared
We don’t talk man, we goin walk down with them thangs
Run up that bread
We don’t clout man, I’m tryna run up that change
Put him to bed
Ready to stalk man, you better stay in your lane
[Verse 1]
You better stay in your lane nigga
All of my niggas goin bang nigga
None of my niggas goin hang with ya
How you got smoke with a lame nigga?
Whipping up pure cocaine nigga
Real street niggas don’t change nigga
None of your niggas got aim nigga
Caught him down bad, he ain’t kill em
All my niggas shooters, we be swishing shit like Golden State
Walk down with this ruger with a glizzy or a .38
If you in the streets when shit get real you cannot hesitate
Smoking weed to meditate
I’m just trying to elevate
[Chorus]
Nigga want smoke, we eating his face
Bitch we goin blow, we got too many Ks
Chasing that dough, like I’m in the race
I’m moving slow, I poured up an eighth
Fuck what he saying
Click clack, blow, blam, you know its off with his brain
Ducking the feds, I’m a bossman
Just got off the phone with Lil Flame
I want head
We don’t talk man, she just be giving me brain
Now niggas scared
We don’t talk man, we goin walk down with them thangs
Run up that bread
We don’t clout man, I’m tryna run up that change
Put him to bed
Ready to stalk man, you better stay in your lane
[Verse 2]
I’m in the car with a foreign broad
She tryna fuck like a pornstar
Want me to buy here a foreign car
I don’t know what the fuck wrong with her
This bitch crazy but her head amazing
She goin eat it daily
Lately I be faded
But the way she taste it, she so educated
It’s like lately niggas just been hating
Bullets penetrating
To the faces
Now go visit Satan
That’s for all that hating
Relocating if I catch some cases
Just goin move to Vegas
My lil baby, the way she be stationed
Know she got that paper
[Chorus]
Nigga want smoke, we eating his face
Bitch we goin blow, we got too many Ks
Chasing that dough, like I’m in the race
I’m moving slow, I poured up an eighth
Fuck what he saying
Click clack, blow, blam, you know its off with his brain
Ducking the feds, I’m a bossman
Just got off the phone with Lil Flame
I want head
We don’t talk man, she just be giving me brain
Now niggas scared
We don’t talk man, we goin walk down with them thangs
Run up that bread
We don’t clout man, I’m tryna run up that change
Put him to bed
Ready to stalk man, you better stay in your lane