Real Boss Skillibeng (Ft. Jay Critch & Rich The Kid)

[Intro: Rich The Kid]
Yo, Alvero
Yeah
Yeah

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Fuck me like I'm a real boss (Yeah)
Bought a Forgi', my wheel cost (Yeah)
Top shotta get you knocked off (Yeah)
Fuck around, knock your block off (Yeah)
Two girls come, top me out (Yeah)
Hundred racks, I fucked that up (Yeah)
Maybach gon' drop me off (Yeah)
Just a million dollars in the loft
Yeah, pull up the big mansion with the shottas
She was a chicken head, I told her, "Gobble"
Ride in the backseat with the chopper
I'm smoking up the pound like a rasta
Kick a bitch out the crib like soccer
Bet you, my shooter pull up in a Honda
Bet, you they knock it off for a hundred
Big grabba, young nigga get blunted

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid & Jay Critch]
Big mansion, but my bitch got money
Me a big boss, pull up and stunt
Why he cappin'? He ain't got no hundreds
I was smokin up the pound, I'm blunted
That's a drone, choppa holdin a hundred
Niggas fakin', I'ma keep it a hundred
If you talkin' 'bout my city, we running
Call the shooters, make the pussys start running
Smoke out the pound, used to go sell an onion
You better get low, my niggas coming
It ain't calypso when we start drumming
I got a rich ho', I'm in her stomach
You niggas really ain't talking 'bout nothin'
Keeping it with me, I dare you to try shit
These niggas saving a hoe they sidekicks
I'm talking money and they get it silent