Hook
Boss shit,
I Move alotta weight,
No CrossFit,
Taught the bitch,
How to flip the pack,
She a smart bitch,
The government,
Try to take our guns,
But we aint feelin that,
Heart cold,
Got alotta things,
But where yo feelins at?
Verse 1
Iont got nun to prove,
Just want my paper straight,
I just want the finer things,
Really got no time for dates,
They try to hate,
Study all my old moves,
But they kinda late,
All the worst parts of Virginia,
Is where im known to stay,
From Sunrise hills to Little Creek,
Its all my stomping grounds,
Dont play me like yo little brother,
Cuz all my guns make a bigger sound,
Or we can put the guns away and throw these hands thats how I get down,
They try to take my happiness,
All smiles wen I come around,
Im like a ghost in yo hood,
Drop off the package and im gone,
Make a flip,
Then hit the booth and now im recording a song,
If you dont want this venue burned down,
We all need to get along,
You doin everything right,
But people try to make you look wrong