Boss Mode bitch
Level
From the R.I.P
I came up from the R.I.P
Now I got that Shaq
I got so much drip
I could take a bath
Came up from the dip
I ain't going back
Everything I flip
It's like I flipped a pack, yeah
Bustin'
My wrist, my wrist
Bustin'
Bustin'
My wrist, my crib
Bustin'
Bitch you ain't my type
Please don't call my phone again
I got too lit on the hype
I don't do no low end
I got all this fuckin' ice
It replaced my old friends
And I'm just being polite
But just know I won't 'gain
I don't play ain't no games, please don't risk your life
I won't tame, I'm insane off the chain for life
Don't rile me up
I'm wild as fuck
You think she cuffed
You think you tough
I got a lot but talked to God and he gon' give me some more
My work robotic, I don't stop it 'til my circuit'll blow
Bitch you ain't my type
Please don't call my phone again
I got too lit on the hype
I don't do no low end
I got all this fuckin' ice
It replaced my old friends
And I'm just being polite
But just know I won't 'gain
Okay next
Not impressed
She don't fuck the first night, I don't text
I play chess
Me complex
Her pussy so wet, S.O.S
I got so much icing from my cake, yeah
Temp could hit 200 and I'd prolly be okay, yeah
She think that she crashin' here, I tell her hit the brakes, yeah
Tomorrow's scheduled, plus Uber's on the way, yeah, bye
Bitch you ain't my type
Please don't call my phone again
I got too lit on the hype
I don't do no low end
I got all this fuckin' ice
It replaced my old friends
And I'm just being polite
But just know I won't 'gain