Intro Lyrics – BossMan Dlow

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[Intro]
The biggest
Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah
(Who made that s*it now? Foolio)
Yeah
(King Nathan with another one)
Hey

[Verse 1]
Everything I rap, I done seen or done it (I swear)
Your trap ain’t doing nothing like Chick-fil-A on Sunday (It’s not slapping)
Boy, I’m on your top, you could merch that s*it (Merch it, n!gga)
Talking ’bout what I got, I put in work for this s*it (Facts)
I ain’t talk down on nobody, I just ran my check up (Beep, beep, beep)
The ‘Vette got red guts, tell them boys to catch up (Catch up, boy)
It’s rules in this s*it when it come to bossing up, yeah
You can’t ever trust a b!tch that talk too much (I swear)
You gotta stay on they top to keep from going under (Swear)
Stay humble with this s*it ’cause God’ll take it from you (Thank you, God)
Gotta keep n!ggas out your business, n!ggas be super goofy (I swear)
All this money, I don’t know how to act, just like a Tubi movie (I swear)
Before I give a ho a bag, I’ll blow a bag in Louis (No cap)
‘Member them boys had the ball, they wouldn’t even alley-oop me (No cap)
This s*it going on, this s*it spectacular, n!gga (I swear)
We drive Rolls-Royces like they Acuras, n!gga (Skrrt)
We don’t talk on iPhones ’cause they tapping ’em, n!gga (Fu*k 12)
I was riding Nissan, now I’m turnt to the maximum, n!gga, yeah
Ten piece chicken every pocket, this b!tch swinging like McDonald’s (Beep, beep, beep)
Fu*k n!gga, no, I can’t be guarded, I’m Dlow Wembanyama, n!gga (Yeah, Big Za)

[Interlude]
It’s a half a mill’ in that bag right there, n!gga
It’s another quarter mill’ in that bag back there
Yeah, huh (The biggest)
Yeah, huh (Big Za)

[Verse 2]

I won’t beef with none of these pu*sy n!ggas, just point me to the chicken (Beep, beep, beep)
I seen my young n!ggas’ Christmas list, only thing on there was switches (Frrt)
Take them fake-ass Louis shoes off, you ain’t gotta fake kick it (Pu*sy)
Get in the pot and hit that b!tch with a stiff arm like Derrick Henry (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Boy, we really having s*it (Really having s*it)
Pull off in a Hellcat doing magic tricks (Skrrt)
Get your own motion, you ain’t gotta ask for s*it (N!gga)
Huh, walk in the dealership, I’m paying cash for this (Let me get that one right there)

[Interlude]
Yeah
Real street n!gga, I ain’t had a dollar to my motherfu*king name, n!gga, huh
Now I walk in Benz, n!gga and I grab two-fifty out that bag and buy that b!tch outright
Showroom, n!gga

[Verse 3]
N!gga, let’s get some things straight (N!gga)
Punch a n!gga in his s*it, then bond out the same day (Pu*sy)
N!gga, I told the plug keep it coming (Brrt)
All these pink and blues on me look like Easter Sunday (Beep, beep, beep)
Boy, you hear them horses when I start it up (Skrrt)
Still’ll pull a jugg quick, like baby, “You party or what?”, yeah
You better book me if you want to bring the streets out (Big Za)
I hit Johnny with two hundred to switch my teeth out (Diamond boy)

[Outro]
Yeah
N!gga, this s*it really going on, n!gga, this s*it huge, n!gga
I might wake up today and count six hundred, n!gga
I’ll go to Rolls-Royce and blow them same six hundred tomorrow, n!gga
The motherfu*king biggest, n!gga, fu*k you talking ’bout, n!gga?
Motion, yeah
Tripping ’bout that b!tch, n!gga, your b!tch look one time, n!gga, that b!tch good as gone, n!gga
We them n!ggas putting on n!ggas, got this s*it going on, n!gga
Humble n!gga, but I’ll pop my s*it, you fu*k n!ggas can’t fu*k with me, n!gga, straight up
Free the real n!ggas up the road, Merk City, you know what the fu*k going on, 46 Ave, n!gga