Yanick Delice - B.O.S. (Live From The Tropics) lyrics

[Hook] You know what our style is New York n***as, the wildest You want it? Come and get it You f**ing right we did it [Verse 1: Kos D] Come catch me flossing often Kos the bombest honest hardly novice with y'all daughters I'm hot as august and dodge an officer's charges and harvest the knowledge, I'm dollars and cents with your friends we got you regardless you twatters is garbage and hence You microscopic with lens, its best you stop you pretend, a ten ain't your bars you ain't in, you ain't a win getting bent I rise temperatures when I come through with me and my kin we get it in getting head from some twins we just met [Verse 2: Reese] I, sh** on the record with these lyrics like n***as expected Fearlessly living, swinging these pistols at n***as to stress ‘em Officially insane, we don't claim but slay women for lessons And still catching these n***as in feelings for b**hes who left ‘em I keep it pushing in the event that people are looking I stash the eagle, desert scene, never see me in bookings My central thinking's cataclysmic to rappers with rhythm You think it, I say it, there's a difference These n***as don't get it [Verse 3: Jase] I mean Back then they ain't want me But now they popping up like hocus pocus Young Jiggy be that focused With flows that spit like four fours Empty clips then start reloading I know its hopeless Its bogus That your b**h want to get chosen By a n***a thats the closest Who me? Stepped on the scene I'm sipping bottles of Dom P Shorty she sweating me Can you believe The team, Janine, Maxine, Celine, Nadine And damn, and every shorty in between I stack green like my name Eugene Levine Forever scheme on this cream, its all I need You intervene I will leave your body steamed And go unseen Royal Clutch we reign supreme So we know he cold like C3PO I got that a** up in the air while I sip some pinot n***a we on the repo So bring it back to the style, wild, juvenile b**h a** n***as on the prowl, ow Bite our style