[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
I’mma show you motherfuckers how to kill a remix
Comin’ all black like I’m hittin’ them licks
All black .40 with them ladders hangin’ out
30-round clips, call them shits chopsticks
Run up in the booth with a ski mask on
Run up in the booth make a ski mask song
Run up the booth, then I hop up in the Coupe
Now I’m ridin’ in the ‘Rari with a ski mask on
I’m too bossed up, I need to turn my boss down
King of the Street shit, where the fuck is my crown?
Graduated from the street with my cap and my gown
You the motherfuckin’ man if you servin’ your town
My lil’ nigga eat, sleep, shit and deal cocaine
Not that rap shit, I’m talkin’ real cocaine
CTE, TBC (what is is, homeboy?) “Boss Yo Life Up Gang”
With my boss bitch and she bossed up
On that 2Pac, she’s gettin’ tossed up
Can’t cross me, you’ll get crossed up
Can’t cross me, I’m too bossed up
My name Hefe, I do boss shit
No on star, get lost, bitch
You a bitch nigga? Then kick rocks
Just know rich niggas do drop-tops
You ain’t shit, I talk shit
Ebola rhymes, my watch sick
I’m Top Gun, I’m in the cockpit
Got the game locked, call the locksmith
No Stan Smith, I do gourmet
Giuseppes, new J's
My earrings, they cold as fuck
Call the North Pole, that’s bossin’ up
I’mma show you motherfuckers how to kill a remix
Comin’ all black like I’m hittin’ them licks
All black .40 with them ladders hangin’ out
30-round clips, call them shits chopsticks
Run up in the booth with a ski mask on
Run up in the booth make a ski mask song
Run up the booth, then I hop up in the Coupe
Now I’m ridin’ in the ‘Rari with a ski mask on
I’m too bossed up, I need to turn my boss down
King of the Street shit, where the fuck is my crown?
Graduated from the street with my cap and my gown
You the motherfuckin’ man if you servin’ your town
My lil’ nigga eat, sleep, shit and deal cocaine
Not that rap shit, I’m talkin’ real cocaine
CTE, TBC (what is is, homeboy?) “Boss Yo Life Up Gang”
With my boss bitch and she bossed up
On that 2Pac, she’s gettin’ tossed up
Can’t cross me, you’ll get crossed up
Can’t cross me, I’m too bossed up
My name Hefe, I do boss shit
No on star, get lost, bitch
You a bitch nigga? Then kick rocks
Just know rich niggas do drop-tops
You ain’t shit, I talk shit
Ebola rhymes, my watch sick
I’m Top Gun, I’m in the cockpit
Got the game locked, call the locksmith
No Stan Smith, I do gourmet
Giuseppes, new J's
My earrings, they cold as fuck
Call the North Pole, that’s bossin’ up
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