"Boss Don Season" lyrics
(feat. E Snaps)
Uh, chyeah
Boss Don season
Vigilante
Hey Grease, we gettin' that Amalgam money now man
Shit is different
Doing things we couldn't do before
You know, let me show you what I'm talking about tho
Gain greene, chyeah
I'm the Boss Don, bitch
That nigga, Biggavell, goonin' stuff for hundreds
Every day I love to get blunted
Blow a couple right before I see the judge
'Cause you never know, leave a ho, then you like the letter O
Spent a lot of dough, on Levi's
Get high, bitches with big thighs
Nigga, by shit fly
Bigga, my bitch not listening to me
Tell me what to do?
Do a nigga like a pimp would do
Go and fuck her crew
Keep her on the stroll, 'til her feet get nice and cold
Let her sit in Dunkin Donuts and sip coffee while you roll up
The shit makes me wanna throw up
Niggas keep coming with the weak shit
Download free shit, the pound go skeet, bitch (Bitch)
That thing gonna put you down, where you sit
They got the place surrounded, grounded
Gain Greene, founded, pounded on your door since '05
Nigga, I'm so live
If you niggas wanna war
I'ma take you to war
I just pull up where you be and advertise it
They want more
I'm the savior to this shit
Bigga is what the game need
When you niggas need a wave
Y'all better call on that Gain Greene
I play the side hat, low across the eyes
Belt-buckled, boots tied, chrome nickel-plated nine, who am I?
I throw 'em up, I shoot 'em out the sky (Sky)
I tell 'em who I be, it's the S.N.A.P
So fresh to death is how this motherfucker do it (Yes)
All for the love of my music, I gets to it
Rollin' with the lot, pull your heats out (Pull out)
Fully automatic hot Glocks won't squeeze out
Niggas better ducked or get popped, that's what we 'bout (That's right)
Niggas let off hundred shots, Glocks, and nigga, we out
Nigga, catch me out without my piece out
Sour deez weed pouch, welcome to my tree house (House)
And I roll out (Let's go), me and my main man plan
That's when shit hit the fan, more bricks, more grams
I am what I am, nigga, big house, big cars, big grand, nigga
God damn, nigga
If you niggas wanna war
I'ma take you to war
I just pull up where you be and advertise it
They want more
I'm the savior to this shit
Bigga is what the game need
When you niggas need a wave
Y'all better call on that Gain Greene
Niggas act like, like, like I won't end they career
Like I won't end up in there (Yeah), I done opened on that tear
I done smoked up it in here (Uh-huh), kept the water jugs by my bedside
You's a dead guy when the lead fly
Always got the red eye
Sour Deez stickin' to the walls (Yeah)
I like a bitch that lick the balls, hit the malls
Spend me 'bout a couple, got that lucci in the duffle
See me some shit I like, I buy it (Yeah), Biggavelli, I supply it
I don't try it, baby, that ain't me
That ain't V12 engine
That ain't V12 in it, that ain't cheap tails, seashells
Chrissy got her teeth kicked out, I got the details
Mean Pel' (Mean), True Religion, BB on the buckle, got ice
I'm hopin' that you like your life, like the price
I can go and cop 'cause it's nothing to a G
Money need, these bitches think I fuck for free, oww
If you niggas wanna war
I'ma take you to war
I just pull up where you be and advertise it
They want more
I'm the savior to this shit
Bigga is what the game need
When you niggas need a wave
Y'all better call on that Gain Greene
Boss Don season
Vigilante
Hey Grease, we gettin' that Amalgam money now man
Shit is different
Doing things we couldn't do before
You know, let me show you what I'm talking about tho
Gain greene, chyeah
I'm the Boss Don, bitch
That nigga, Biggavell, goonin' stuff for hundreds
Every day I love to get blunted
Blow a couple right before I see the judge
'Cause you never know, leave a ho, then you like the letter O
Spent a lot of dough, on Levi's
Get high, bitches with big thighs
Nigga, by shit fly
Bigga, my bitch not listening to me
Tell me what to do?
Do a nigga like a pimp would do
Go and fuck her crew
Keep her on the stroll, 'til her feet get nice and cold
Let her sit in Dunkin Donuts and sip coffee while you roll up
The shit makes me wanna throw up
Niggas keep coming with the weak shit
Download free shit, the pound go skeet, bitch (Bitch)
That thing gonna put you down, where you sit
They got the place surrounded, grounded
Gain Greene, founded, pounded on your door since '05
Nigga, I'm so live
If you niggas wanna war
I'ma take you to war
I just pull up where you be and advertise it
They want more
I'm the savior to this shit
Bigga is what the game need
When you niggas need a wave
Y'all better call on that Gain Greene
I play the side hat, low across the eyes
Belt-buckled, boots tied, chrome nickel-plated nine, who am I?
I throw 'em up, I shoot 'em out the sky (Sky)
I tell 'em who I be, it's the S.N.A.P
So fresh to death is how this motherfucker do it (Yes)
All for the love of my music, I gets to it
Rollin' with the lot, pull your heats out (Pull out)
Fully automatic hot Glocks won't squeeze out
Niggas better ducked or get popped, that's what we 'bout (That's right)
Niggas let off hundred shots, Glocks, and nigga, we out
Nigga, catch me out without my piece out
Sour deez weed pouch, welcome to my tree house (House)
And I roll out (Let's go), me and my main man plan
That's when shit hit the fan, more bricks, more grams
I am what I am, nigga, big house, big cars, big grand, nigga
God damn, nigga
If you niggas wanna war
I'ma take you to war
I just pull up where you be and advertise it
They want more
I'm the savior to this shit
Bigga is what the game need
When you niggas need a wave
Y'all better call on that Gain Greene
Niggas act like, like, like I won't end they career
Like I won't end up in there (Yeah), I done opened on that tear
I done smoked up it in here (Uh-huh), kept the water jugs by my bedside
You's a dead guy when the lead fly
Always got the red eye
Sour Deez stickin' to the walls (Yeah)
I like a bitch that lick the balls, hit the malls
Spend me 'bout a couple, got that lucci in the duffle
See me some shit I like, I buy it (Yeah), Biggavelli, I supply it
I don't try it, baby, that ain't me
That ain't V12 engine
That ain't V12 in it, that ain't cheap tails, seashells
Chrissy got her teeth kicked out, I got the details
Mean Pel' (Mean), True Religion, BB on the buckle, got ice
I'm hopin' that you like your life, like the price
I can go and cop 'cause it's nothing to a G
Money need, these bitches think I fuck for free, oww
If you niggas wanna war
I'ma take you to war
I just pull up where you be and advertise it
They want more
I'm the savior to this shit
Bigga is what the game need
When you niggas need a wave
Y'all better call on that Gain Greene
