Bosses Make Sure - Ralo, YFN Lucci

A boss is one who guarantee we gon' eat

How you gon' tell a boss somethin' he don’t know?

How you hold your nuts on a nigga you don’t know?

Just know I’m holdin' on that yop and only lord know

Yeah, and never let 'em steal your ambition

Ain’t we all thankful that we livin'?

Everybody wanna be the boss, everybody don’t listen

As a child I was taught you gotta pay attention, yeah

Uh, I’m a boss and I ain’t gon' act like I don’t work, yeah

Swallow my pride, shit I ain’t gon' lie, it got me, yeah

Tryna do my best to keep 'em out my ear, yeah

I been workin' all day, all shifts

Look what I became, I couldn’t explain how I feel

All of that bump and you gone, gon' make my man come kill

All of this money, it got me paranoid, yeah

You know that pump sound like a bomb nigga

Blicka bomb nigga, huh

Ayy we got AR’s, all of 'em got drums in 'em, yeah

We gon' turn this bitch to Lil Vietnam nigga, yeah

We gon' turn this bitch to Lil Vietnam nigga, yeah

A boss is one who guarantee we gon' eat

How you gon' tell a boss somethin' he don’t know?

How you hold your nuts on a nigga you don’t know?

Just know I’m holdin' on that yop and only lord know

Yeah, and never let 'em steal your ambition

Ain’t we all thankful that we livin'?

Everybody wanna be the boss, everybody don’t listen

As a child I was taught you gotta pay attention

How you add on the people you say you cool with?

I got more money than the people I went to school with

I done took some losses but it don’t look like I lose shit

I done put in work, ain’t none of them niggas do shit

I took my bitch on a cruise ship, bought mama a new whip

Bought my sister a house 'cause I was sick of her mouth

And if she don’t pay her rent, no one ain’t kickin' her out

And if I run out of dope, the whole city a drought, yeah

They keep callin' my phone, I’m tryna make me a song

I put my clothes in the trap 'cause the trap is my home

Why do you smell like weed?

weed is my cologne

They cannot catch me with them bricks, I get them bitches gone

A boss is one who guarantee we gon' eat

How you gon' tell a boss somethin' he don’t know?

How you hold your nuts on a nigga you don’t know?

Just know I’m holdin' on that yop and only lord know

Yeah, and never let 'em steal your ambition

Ain’t we all thankful that we livin'?

Everybody wanna be the boss, everybody don’t listen

As a child I was taught you gotta pay attention