Call that the boss on top, don’t ever forget it
KTB, cut throat bitch, cut throat business, know what I’m sayin’?
Kill that boy, kill that bitch too
Tell us who made this beat, baby
Just witnessed two killers in front of me, it brought me back
Hittin’ at some niggas Christmas night, sped off and caught a flat
Broke down my phone, get on my nerves until I call her back
You ain’t got that nigga on paper worded, you can’t call him a rat
Sittin’ down with bosses, drinkin’ coffee, tryna work my set
Can’t take no losses, gotta be cautious with these Percocets
Told me in the nights I was feelin’
Exhausted, I was goin’ through shit
You ain’t my partner, if it go down, nigga, you ain’t gon’ do shit
I brought the wrong nigga home, see, and that’s my fault for that
I laid so much, my nigga, my bitch is
Blamin’ me like I done got you wet
I betted a thousand you stay silent
When you turned creep, I had to toss the static
Last night I went hidin’ in the Cayenne
I fell asleep, woke up, I lost a ratchet
Say, I’m fuckin’ Shemar for two hours
That’s the minimum whenever I’m hittin’ her
Hey, my DC bitch so sweet, I’m
Make sure that I squeeze her every chance I’m gettin’
And every day I pray one day I obtain everything that I envisioned
Promise to kill all of them guys before I’m done with my mission
You handle your side, I handle mine, that’s how we run the decisions
KTB, we send shit to the sky like half a million independent
I know I’ma make that shawty mine, I invest in her business
And I fuck with you ’cause you wasn’t scared to take a chance with me
I got scammers spinnin’ like they probably might come stand with me
Fuck you mean these Celine jeans, these Dior denim
Say, fuck the opps, they never on they
Block, I be there with more than ’em
Don’t be tardy for the afterparty, hurry up and throw your shit on
Shawty care ’bout my legs, she push me on the bed instead of sit on
Fuck nigga, what you sayin’? That nigga
Little hero, no, that’s not the pigeon
Bookin’ me for a show, I want no cash no more, just send me Bitcoin
Hundred round Pro Mag on the Sig, that’s how an EP act
Blick with a dick all up in bust this bitch, I bet she wet
Pistol in your purse, only yours if you charge for that
Killers know me personally, baby, everybody gon’ boss the act
Standin’ on that business, ’bout that business, yeah, all of that
Eight million on the jet, that’s how I’m flexin’, got the farmer tat
Eight million on the jet, that’s how I’m flexin’, yeah, yeah
Blick with a dick all up in bust this bitch, I bet she wet
I bet she wet, I wish I would’ve blocked more of nigga opps
You see, you see what you say, say
I’m leavin’ your bitch better than me ’cause I got you wet
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