Ya know the vibe cuh Yea Let's get fucked up I am the boss If you ain't fuck wimme It's your loss I'm wit the robbers juggers finessers and feins The type mutha fuckers that you don't cross I fucked yo main hoe N then she went psycho I was in and out Don't act like she mine bro He wanted racks Had to work for it What did that boy do? He ran it back I was all over the track At the same time Pullin yo bitches tracks out Said she never fuck someone that smoke real loud I am the boss If you ain't fuck wimme It's your loss I'm wit the robbers juggers finessers and feins The type mutha fuckers that you don't cross I fucked yo main hoe N then she went psycho I was in and out I am the boss If you ain't fuck wimme It's your loss I'm wit the robbers juggers finessers and feins The type mutha fuckers that you don't cross I fucked yo main hoe N then she went psycho I was in and out Don't act like she mine bro Steady wit the ar Yo bitch Give me top In my dodge charger N i could hit you wit this blick But it wouldn't do shit Cause ain't nobody know you And ain't nobody know shit My cracker Step out of the picture Make it rich Then make it richer That's the goal And that's the anthem And that's the prayer You could say i'm allergic to losing Honestly I don't think anybody on top of me I walk around n treat the world like it's fucking monopoly I don't think anybodys stoping me Ima hustle n get where i'm supposed to be Thru the real G Asked if i'm wit it I said probably But i won't press unless you press me, first Next words were Bitch get off of me Can't trust nobody, ha