TV On (Big Boss) Chief Keef

[Intro]
(It's a CB beat, bitch)
(Damn, Davis, drop that bitch)
Boss
Ayy

[Chorus]
Long live the big boss (Fredo)
Put you on a big cross (Yeah)
I'm a fuckin' big dog (Grr)
New scope, get picked off (Bang, bang)
My plug love me (Huh?)
He know I get it all (Yeah)
Fifty in the glicky (Bang)
You can come get it all (Bang)
Your bitch face in a nigga drawers (Huh?)
I'm the nigga your bitch been calling (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm higher than Cheech and Chong (Sos' baby)
Cops behind us, keep it calm (Huh?)
Bitch, don't bother me, leave me 'lone (Nah)
You don't need to know what street we on (Nah)
Bitch, just put your 3Ds on (Yeah)
Ice a movie like the TV on (Bling, bling), ayy (Bang)

[Verse 1]
You got the ammo? You want the Anna?
Better be a cheetah, better be a panther
We in the spotty, watchin' the cameras
Flew a bitch to LA from Atlanta
You niggas funny, y'all should do stand up
The heater-heater turn your shit to winter
The bankroll all up on my mantle
The chef here, wonder what's for dinner?
I don't give a fuck, fuck, fuck
Two doors up
Told the clerk you ain't done, bitch, it's two more of us, yeah
I just lost my fuckin' cousin, ain't no tellin' how I'll get
Don't be fuckin' with my mulah, we'll air you 'bout this shit (Ayy)