Big Boss Rabbit

歌詞

There's never any doubts in my mind Because I'm the best in the world Even though a lot of you don't like to hear that I just, it's facts, I'm the best, you know what I mean? I, sometimes, I don't wanna believe in myself But it's the truth, I'm the best And I'm just convinced, you know what I mean? These fellas, how dare them challenge me With their somewhat primiti-primitive skills They're just as good as dead Slammin', big MAC-11, back of the seven on some boss shit Yeah I put that Presidеnt on my wrist and I got frostbit Woo Stack it like Pringles, you want a single? It's gon' cost you Yeah Slow on that heroin, I don't sell them bitches too often Ah Man, my jewelry like some laser beams Bling Step out with your lady, shoot some babies on the Maybelline Yeah And overdose the stroller, cut the co-co with the ketamine Sh Dope and ibuprofen in my bowl, I got them recipes Skrrt Boss shit, shoot it like Steph, I just hit the three and I wasn't even lookin' Your favorite rapper just hit the stage, well, bitch, we 'bout to book 'em Bitches in love with us, keep the pussy, I just keep it pushin' Yeah My baby momma's knew the job was crooked before they took it Bitch Kane Train reckless, bitch, we runnin' shit Just touched down in the airport, Louis V backpack full of them hundreds, bitch Yeah Cleaner than McQueen, ho, I'm a gangster, not no lover, bitch Yeah-yeah Grammy afterparty bitch, we rock it like we won it, bitch Yeah Boss shit, big MAC-11, back of the seven on some boss shit Yeah I put that President on my wrist and I got frostbit Brr Stack it like Pringles, you want a single? It's gon' cost you Yeah CEO rabbit, young Freddie Kane, I'm on some boss shit Yeah Big MAC-11, back of the seven on some boss shit Brrat I put that President on my wrist and I got frostbit Brrat Stack it like Pringles, you want a single? It's gon' cost you Bitch Pull up to your funeral, man, shoot up your fuckin' coffin Brrt I blow your house up with that hunnid drum Yeah, yeah No Hot 100, I'm a hot boy with some murder ones Yeah, yeah Cash money Kane, big number one Sunday, you my youngest son Yeah, yeah See my first crackhead like that Bimmer back in '91 Bitch And I been on the blaze since 2Pac was rockin' the Gumby fade Yeah Fuckin' up my cup with this Activis like some lemonade Bitches big B-L, if you violate, you're a renegade Know trigger fingers, ain't have to type on your Twitter page Yeah, yeah Freddie Krueger, P-90 Ruger, I'm keepin' on 'em Yeah Niggas say they ain't losin' sleep, tell 'em, "I'm sleepin' on 'em" Bitch Got heavy traffic, the neighbors might call the people on 'em Yeah, yeah Surround your car with ARs, I put the reaper on 'em Death wish, reach 'em with that automatic shotty, that's a death kiss Niggas be pullin' through, so I aim above the neck, bitch Fly with it on me, I got my blicky on the jet, bitch Ready to set it off and I put that on the set, bitch Yeah Boss shit, big MAC-11, back of the seven on some boss shit Yeah I put that President on my wrist and I got frostbit Brr Stack it like Pringles, you want a single? It's gon' cost you Bitch CEO rabbit, young Freddie Kane, I'm on some boss shit Yeah Big MAC-11, back of the seven on some boss shit Brrat I put that President on my wrist and I got frostbit Brrat Stack it like Pringles, you want a single? It's gon' cost you Bitch Pull up to your funeral, man, shoot up your fuckin' coffin Brrt Haha, nigga Hahahahaha Don't violate I'm violent