Ima Boss

[Intro]
Wesly
Wesly
Uhh

[Verse One]
Look I be riding in my old hood, niggas trynna screw you
Nobody can touch me, my niggas will beat you
I got my own ways
Everyday's a different day
One day somebody get shot, that's his day
We be riding like the President is our case
You don't wanna mess with us, we self made
We got our weapons, we got our sports cars
We be smoking weed, like we got our own farm
I got shooters from the side that wanna bump with me
I got niggas locked up, free my niggas please
RIP rapping
Pro team playing
I got squad up niggas, and we gangbanging
No shooting guns, missiles always got head range on them
Why you crying momma? Why you trapping nigga?
You a pussy nigga, you just got shot, nigga
Cause ima boss
What?
You heard that?

[Hook]
Cause ima boss
Call the cops
Like I'm gonna give a fuck
Cause ima boss
Call the cops
Like I'm gonna give a fuck
Like, like I'm gonna give a fuck
Like, like I'm gonna give a fuck
Like, like I'm gonna give a fuck
Like, like I'm gonna give a fuck
Uhh

[Verse Two]
I don't really play, money ain't a game
Shoot you in your face, make you go away
Always shooting shit, and I never miss
Looking for your bitch, cause she got a donk
Take her for a trip, show her how I work
She hit the tapout
She hit the blackout
She hit rehab, for smoking too much weed
But she wasn't smoking weed, she just had too much dick
Made her crazy, lucky she wasn't my bitch
She face down, ass up, damn so good
So I made her mine, like last night
I heard the next day, that she made you cry