Bossin up (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
I’mma show you motherf*ckers how to kill a remix
Comin’ all black like I’m hittin’ them licks
All black .40 with them ladders hangin’ out
30-round clips, call them sh*ts chopsticks
Run up in the booth with a ski mask on
Run up in the booth make a ski mask song
Run up the booth, then I hop up in the Coupe
Now I’m ridin’ in the ‘Rari with a ski mask on
I’m too bossed up, I need to turn my boss down
King of the Street sh*t, where the f*ck is my crown?
Graduated from the street with my cap and my gown
You the motherf*ckin’ man if you servin’ your town
My lil’ n*gga eat, sleep, sh*t and deal cocaine
Not that rap sh*t, I’m talkin’ real cocaine
CTE, TBC (what is is, homeboy?) “Boss Yo Life Up Gang”
With my boss b*tch and she bossed up
On that 2Pac, she’s gettin’ tossed up
Can’t cross me, you’ll get crossed up
Can’t cross me, I’m too bossed up
My name Hefe, I do boss sh*t
No Old Star, get lost, b*tch
You a b*tch n*gga? Then kick rocks
Just know rich n*ggas do drop-tops
You ain’t sh*t, I talk sh*t
Ebola rhymes, my watch sick
I’m Top Gun, I’m in the c*ckpit
Got the game locked, call the locksmith
No Stan Smith, I do gourmet
Giuseppes, new J's
My earrings, they cold as f*ck
Call the North Pole, that’s bossin’ up
[Hook]
Valet park my whip, n*gga
Hammer time for my chips, n*gga
(Bossin’ up) add it up
Your girlfriend choosin’ so you mad as f*ck
Chillin’ with my coalition, n*ggas rackin’ up
(Bossin’ up) add it up
(Bossin’ up) add it up
A lil’ Louis, but my b*tch want some bags and stuff

[Verse 2: Kid Ink]
It go, uhh
Bossin’ up and you downgrade
Look around and see a bunch of clowns
Tryna represent my town lately (wait)
I’ve been gone for like 30 days
I wore every chain, no wedding ring
Got a boss b*tch and she understand
That timing is everything
Nah, don’t trip – put it on the tab
Knowin’ I’m a G, gotta put it on the bag
Break a b*tch down, gotta put her in a cast
She ain’t got a ride, might put her in a cab
You ain’t even know, n*gga? Put him in a class
Trip, Big Chuck might put you in the past
Hit a blunt hard, n*gga, put me in the pads
Just rolled up, but the high don’t last
Ridin’ through the city, hope I don’t crash
Know they thought that it wasn’t gon’ last
You can’t even tell me why you mad?
Is it really that bad, is you doin’ that bad?
What you make in a year I pay in taxes
The money burnin’ holes in my pocket
I just need somewhere to ash it
Nah, you ain’t gotta ask, b*tch…
[Hook]

[Verse 3: YG]
Okay, I’m bossin’ up…
‘Cause I done already lost enough
See, like… ever since last year…
Everythin’ I’m buyin’, now it cost one up
Say, it’s dark as f*ck…
Girl, why you actin’ hard to f*ck?
Why you got your guards up?
Like you playin’ ball or somethin’
Pull up in that Porsche Panamera, park it up
Hop out lookin’ sharp as f*ck, tint dark as f*ck
b*tch, f*ck up off…
But you know we don’t love them hoes
Yeah, me and Young partnerin’ up
That’s the talk in all the barbershops, n*gga
Shaq height, couldn’t baller block
Probably invest in all the stocks
I’m 400, corporate thuggin’, Pushaz Ink the label
Mama still got bills that’s gotta be paid for
Remember when mama wasn’t able?
With them credit card numbers, I was payin’ cable
It’s all respect over here… we gettin’ checks over here
All my homies rap, so all my n*ggas got next over here
[Hook]