Bosses & Shooters lyrics

[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Can't f*ck with these n*ggas, they cross you
Don't f*ck with them n*ggas, they losers
All of my n*ggas, they bosses, all of my n*ggas, they shooters
Baby mama mad 'cause all these b*tches wanna f*ck me
In the foreign with choppers in it and that b*tch go two-hundred
Whole clique full of bosses, all of my n*ggas, they shooters
All of my n*ggas, they bosses, all of my n*ggas, they shooters
Go get the money, n*gga, that's all we know
All of my n*ggas, they bosses, all of my n*ggas, they shooters

[Verse 1: Jay Fizzle]
Cous' ain't gotta introduce me
When you see me, n*gga, know I'm the shooter
Keep it gangsta, young n*ggas ridin' with me
Strapped with Glocks and Uzis
These b*tches they snakes, they rougish
These n*ggas they fake, they bogus
Philly cheese, I'm loaded
That's why I keep it loaded
My main b*tch say it's over
I f*cked lil' shawty over
I dropped her off at work then invited her sister over
I'm a dawg, I'm a dawg, I'm a dawg
That's how I'm rollin'
f*ck lil' shawty good, I got lil' mama payin' homage
Ridin' in somethin' foreign with two Dracos on me
The car, it go two-hundred so I got to keep two hundreds
These n*ggas out here scared, that's why they steady runnin'
Paper Route, we run this, my shooters gettin' money
[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Can't f*ck with these n*ggas, they cross you
Don't f*ck with them n*ggas, they losers
All of my n*ggas, they bosses, all of my n*ggas, they shooters
Baby mama mad 'cause all these b*tches wanna f*ck me
In the foreign with choppers in it and that b*tch go two-hundred
Whole clique full of bosses, all of my n*ggas, they shooters
All of my n*ggas, they bosses, all of my n*ggas, they shooters
Go get the money, n*gga, that's all we know
All of my n*ggas, they bosses, all of my n*ggas, they shooters

[Verse 2: Bino Brown]
Bino Brown, I'm bossed up
Your b*tch a dime, she get tossed up
My ice cold, frost up
I'm Ragu, sauced up
They wanna know how I get the pack in
No NFL but I'm quarterbackin'
Motion picture, I be 'bout the action
Go get the money, I'm chasin' Jacksons
f*ck boy, tell your b*tch get off me
I'll star your bucks, I ain't drinkin' coffee
I sip the lean, I don't f*ck with green
Clip long as a movie scene
No dressin', I love blue cheese
Laced up like shoe strings
Smokin' nothin' but gas, n*gga
I'm sittin' back, this blue dream
All my n*ggas some bosses
I went and seen my jeweler 'cause these n*ggas throwin' some crosses
Down with Bino and he pull up in a flyin' saucer
I get 'em straight to your front door, but n*gga, it's gon' cost ya
You know I got to be cautious
[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Can't f*ck with these n*ggas, they cross you
Don't f*ck with them n*ggas, they losers
All of my n*ggas, they bosses, all of my n*ggas, they shooters
Baby mama mad 'cause all these b*tches wanna f*ck me
In the foreign with choppers in it and that b*tch go two-hundred
Whole clique full of bosses, all of my n*ggas, they shooters
All of my n*ggas, they bosses, all of my n*ggas, they shooters
Go get the money, n*gga, that's all we know
All of my n*ggas, they bosses, all of my n*ggas, they shooters

[Verse 3: Young Dolph]
Circle full of bosses
Where my top go? I just lost it
Six-thousand dollar outfit, these sneakers ain’t even out yet
Them n*ggas talk a lot of bullsh*t
But I swear they ain't even 'bout that
Lil' bad b*tch in the projects got two-hundred stashed in her closet
Nah, I ain't ever popped molly, was too busy tryna cop a 'Rari
If I hurt your feelings then I'm sorry
sh*t, get some head from my lil' college b*tch
Count my first million, woo
Then I count another one, yeah
She said she got the super head
All my n*ggas 'bout that bread
I don't smoke lemon tree, I guess you can call me a lemon head
Don't f*ck with these n*ggas, they cross you
Can't f*ck with them n*ggas, they fake
All of my n*ggas they bosses
Drinkin' codeine with my steak
My home boy said you ballin' too hard, lil' n*gga, be safe
[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Can't f*ck with these n*ggas, they cross you
Don't f*ck with them n*ggas, they losers
All of my n*ggas, they bosses, all of my n*ggas, they shooters
Baby mama mad 'cause all these b*tches wanna f*ck me
In the foreign with choppers in it and that b*tch go two-hundred
Whole clique full of bosses, all of my n*ggas, they shooters
All of my n*ggas, they bosses, all of my n*ggas, they shooters
Go get the money, n*gga, that's all we know
All of my n*ggas, they bosses, all of my n*ggas, they shooters