Boss Shit

[Intro: FBG Young]
Yeah
Number 1 by the way
It's Young

[Verse 1: FBG Young]
St. Lawrence villain (Villains), it don't get no realer (No)
Six teams with the hottest six teens, I'm killin' (I'm killin' them)
Sixteen-liter, forty-fifth [?] in it (Boom-boom, boom-boom)
High-def with the scope, so you know it's no missin' (I can't miss him)
Boss shit, boss shit (Boss), yeah, that's boss shit (Boss)
Coupe roof on Marco Polo (It's gone), I think I lost it (I lost it)
Loud rolled, big flick, got me cautious (I'm high)
My shooters don't say much (No), they just off shit (Dead)
I'm ridin' with a few (A few) 'cause I don't trust too many (Nah)
Money, I'm seein' plenty (I'm seein'), but bitches can't get a penny (Them bands)
I ain't worried 'bout a thing (I can't), TECs on shoestrings (Let it hang)
Let it hang off necks (He dead), something like a chain (L's)

[Verse 2: FBG Dutchie & FBG Duck]
Okay, it's Dutchie Don't Shoot 'Em (Blah), but Dutchie gon' do him (I am)
And I ain't gotta talk (Nah) 'cause broski gon' do him (BT)
Nigga talkin' hard (What?), he better let his cannon pop
Boom, boom, boom, let your hammer rock
Yeah, 'cause you know we lettin' semi pop (Yeah)
Thirty-round clip, hit him up, yeah, that's plenty shots (That thirty)
I ain't gotta talk (Talk), FBG we in here (We in this bitch)
Shout out to them fuck boys (Fuck boys), they got us in here (We in this bitch)
Tryna reach the top (Top) 'cause I ain't never been there (Uh, nah)
Niggas think it's sweet (Sweet), wet 'em up like swimwear (Blah, blah)
Fly Boy Gang (Gang) is all I know (Is all I know)
And tryna check that bag (Yeah), FBG, we 'bout that dough

[Verse 3: FBG Duck]
I came in this shit real (Real), I'm leavin' out realer (Let's get it)
Well, you can say I'm one Tookaville-ass nigga (L's)
I don't think these fuck boys really get the picture (Nah)
Number 2 shootin' shit and I ain't talkin' Derek Fisher (Boom)
I came in this shit, then came right back (Let's get it)
And if a nigga talkin' crazy, then he can get whacked, brrat
All my niggas, they be ballin' like Kobe
Young got the thirty on him, shoot twenty like Ginóbili (It's over)
My swag to the max, got bad bitches on me
They callin' my phone and they don't even really know me (Silly bitch)
I'm FBG, so you know I'm on that swag shit (Swag shit)
Shout out number 2 'cause all we do is chase that bag, bitch (FBG)

[Verse 4: Billionaire Black]
All I chase is cash (Yeah), so call me Billion Moneybags (Let's get it)
You said that I'm broke? (Uh-huh) You's a joke, wit' yo' funny-ass (Long laugh)
Ride down, slide the door back (Skrrt), let the Tommy blast (Boom-boom)
Red tape, yellow tape (Boom-boom), you know it's a homicide (Man down)
My niggas gorillas (Let's get it), fifty shots in that semi (Let's get it)
Money come fast like Hemi (Syrup), I'm drinkin' syrup, ain't no Rémy (Unh-uh)
I think you need to turn your speakers up 'cause you can't hear me (You do)
My pockets on fat (Fat), but my wrist on chilly (Cold)
Say, Billion Black, my flow dumb, I mean retarded (Go dumb)
Got all these tats on me like I live with a artist (I'm tatted, inked up, inked up)
And niggas go hard (Go hard), but bitch, I go the hardest (Go hard)
And Double-0 got the thirty (Double-0), so it ain't no arguin' (Boom-boom, hey)