Ugly Frank - BOSSA lyrics

[Verse 1] I do my dirt all by my lone Ride with a b**h comin' down off a four Get top, top down, Glock firin' at the Po Pop pop 2 shots n***a dyin' at the store Life a b**h kinda fine I decided to stroke 'Bout mine n***a pop the door I'm lyin' if I said I wasn't stuntin' Cause I pull up with a hunnid straight chummin' suicidin' the doors With a Rolex, no stress no sweat And a gold Tec, don't let me flex Runnin' the game so you know I gotta get it in blood if another n***a owe me checks Early Nas just a young n***a stuck up in the jungle started snortin' lines Put the gat up Push a n***a If you f**in' up the money mother Mary have mercy on a spoiled child You know God is a gamble Black thoughts, White b**h, Black Rambo My mind all f**ed up so corrupt You don't want gun play you don't got enough ammo p**y Tell a p**y n***a push me p**y n***a dead, I'mma dead it right there Since a young buck bumping Young Buck Got potato on the pump Yellin' n***a no fair no fair n***a Hot land cold air n***a I'm ridin' with the K I'm down for the gang All gold rope chain signify that fact that I ride with the flame Swang out, on the block bang out Put the tre out, few shots rang out Blap blap blap jumpin' in the back of the 'Lac Duck back to the spot fade out like [Hook: 8x] It's murda It's murda It's murda It's murda [Verse 2] Aw sh** you done pissed him off Piss drunk with his pistol drawn Pit stop with the dope spot Money don't stop won't stop so I gotta get the bricks to sort I ain't never been rich before I ain't never had sh** before So I ain't never gonna stop I'mma keep my burner on the right side I'mma keep my work in a Ziploc You know God is a gamble Black thoughts, White b**h, Black Rambo At age nine it was gang signs I bang nines shavin' numbers off the handle Holla if you runnin' widdit Black Jeep with a duffle in it Full of cane and a shovel in it I do a little time to time My n***a said I'm depressed I confess that I struggle with it Ain't nobody f**in' with it Can't stand when a n***a say they know me You don't mothaf**in' know me I don't know myself Murda money murda murda money on my mind Four Xanax to control myself f** the game a road full of hiccups and pain My heart stained I unload myself Look, look but You know ...Me Hell naw I let the shells off Bullets propel Another p**y n***a turned bail Hard body n***a turned stale Soft body n***a turned frail Whip scale and I sip ale Sip ale and I skip bail Fish tail 'round the corner in a drop top Fish tail 'round the corner cause the block hot Fish tail run up on 'em n***a pop pop Roll out [Hook]