Rashad Holt - B.O.S.S. Lyrics

Up in the dfac with my 4d shooter
You was with your battle buddy

Eyes mugging
You a bruiser

Good thing uncle Sam
Taught me how to throw knuckles

The way you was looking
I'm finna blow up

I start to chill as
The rest of my savages pull up

We eat and peep
Walk in brigade SGM

We clean up and dip
You ain't give a f*ck

I'm tryna chill
You make sure you pull up

Is you married?
My bad you look good as f*ck

I was engaged
We broke up

You like aw damn
That's a shame
I hope yall make up

In case here my number
And my barracks code number

Pull up on Shawty
Like the island of sirens
I asked around the brigade
Her name came back solid

She light skinned
She pretty
And lower body
Like my profit

Her roommate with it
Ima hit hard move silent

Brigade run in the morning
Pt test
F*ck it

She let me whip the Chevy
Her old nigga upset

F*cked up his lick
Ain't fun a be no get back

Think Ima luck
Plastic c4 I'm not even there

Get off work
Smash
Donsa weekend
Spazz
Hit strip club
Cash

When recovery done
We gon got the club
Find a both to f*ck
And smash

Was hannin
What's up
What's good
What it is

They way you is staring
You want it in your ribs

You say you a thug
No time for no feelings

Nothing but a word
My heart is on chill

Bring your roommate
We kick back
We chill

Some vodka on ice
The buzz
They begin to feel

They main niggas mad
Phones blow up
Issue big

Her favorite show on
We Netflix we chill

Let me paint the scene
Two bad birches twerkin

Liquor shots back to back
Black and mild smoking

Main niggas big mad
Running interference

Mad a combat unit niggas
Getting the rundown
At they bitch

And he jus earned his spurs
She digging
The way I
Can handle
Liquor

I flash that star card
Her pussy wetter than gills

Made her squirt
Now she all in her feelings

My 670 wear
My wear
My appearance