Juicy J - Boss Nigga lyrics

rate me

I got them shooters on deck AK’s with banana clips

We ain’t bout that talking you get smoked like castle sticks

My nigga only move with real niggas and goons

They don’t know how to talk, they only know how to shoot

Drop a couple bands and get your top cut off

While I’m somewhere with some rich white folks playing golf

My Benz got a hole in the top like a dolphin

I’m on this Codeine ‘cause this weed got me coughing

From Memphis Tennessee where it ain’t ten a ki’

Find a nigga dead in his house, he just a memory

Niggas starving in these streets, coming for your stash

A gun plus a mask, you do that math

Still stepping on them blocks like hopscotch

Goons on deck shooting like they own a shot clock

Real nigga always counting like a stop watch

Pull it at them toasters, they turn you to a pop tart

Hundred bands on the watch, bitch it’s my time

We were toting pistols to school before Columbine

Juicy J, North Memphis vet

I went and bought a Corvette and put it on my neck

Money talk, you broke niggas is deaf

Bitch I’m blowing on loud and so is my check

Fully automatics, no auto-tune

I don’t make no diss songs, I’m leaving rappers with bullet wounds

Boss nigga, I be calling shots

These shaking ass niggas be calling cops

If I got any problems I call them shooters

My bitch got plenty racks, I call them hooters

Boss nigga, I be calling shots

These shaking ass niggas be calling cops

If I got any problems I call them shooters

My bitch got plenty racks, I call them hooters

Real shit, real spit

Get your money up nigga

Yeah, mafia