Juicy J - Boss Nigga текст песни

I got them shooters on deck AK's with banana clips
We ain't bout that talking you get smoked like castle sticks
My nigga only move with real niggas and goons
They don't know how to talk, they only know how to shoot
Drop a couple bands and get your top cut off
While I'm somewhere with some rich white folks playing golf
My Benz got a hole in the top like a dolphin
I'm on this Codeine 'cause this weed got me coughing
From Memphis Tennessee where it ain't ten a ki'
Find a nigga dead in his house, he just a memory
Niggas starving in these streets, coming for your stash
A gun plus a mask, you do that math
Still stepping on them blocks like hopscotch
Goons on deck shooting like they own a shot clock
Real nigga always counting like a stop watch
Pull it at them toasters, they turn you to a pop tart

Hundred bands on the watch, bitch it's my time
We were toting pistols to school before Columbine
Juicy J, North Memphis vet
I went and bought a Corvette and put it on my neck
Money talk, you broke niggas is deaf
Bitch I'm blowing on loud and so is my check
Fully automatics, no auto-tune
I don't make no diss songs, I'm leaving rappers with bullet wounds

Boss nigga, I be calling shots
These shaking ass niggas be calling cops
If I got any problems I call them shooters
My bitch got plenty racks, I call them hooters
Boss nigga, I be calling shots
These shaking ass niggas be calling cops
If I got any problems I call them shooters
My bitch got plenty racks, I call them hooters

Real shit, real spit
Get your money up nigga
Yeah, mafia