Boss YN Jay (Ft. Payroll Giovanni)

[Intro: YN Jay]
(Thank you, GC)
Just tryna figure out

[Verse 1: YN Jay]
You ain't even got no workers, you a fake boss
Like how is you—?
How?
You ain't even got no workers, you a fake boss
You can call me anything, but I ain't soft
Hate niggas stickin' on my clothes, shit, ayy
Startin' to rub off
Nigga got popped 'fore he even got the gun off
You was probably weak when you was— damn
You was probably weak when you was young 'cause your son soft
Nigga got popped, yeah, he left early, but he came back
Tried to run off
Plug make it rain and these bitches, they can't even get the ones off
I just smoked a big-ass Backwood that knocked the lungs off
Nigga happy 'cause he the promoter, you the club boss
But you still not the boss in the crib
Blowin' 'Woods in the crib with the boss
I was probably by myself in the crib with a Voss
Nigga got his first job, tryna live like a boss
I got niggas shootin' for me, they gon' kill for the boss
I just wanna buy a million dollar crib like a boss
I don't work for nobody, bitch, I live like a boss
Even if I'm back workin', bitch, I'm still like the boss
'Cause I'm real like the boss, bitch, I'm still like the boss
You just live like a boss, you really ain't no boss
You the type that go broke tryna steal from the boss
He won't never see no wins 'cause he live for the loss
Bitch, you live for the cause, get him killed, what it cost?
I'm in the crib, it's a loft
Bitch hit a ball with a stick, it was golf
If you still catch a bullet, one hand, Randy Moss
My niggas go to work, they gon' kill for the boss