Letras:
Crime Boss

clap you It's too real out here to be scared A real nigga is gonna do whatever he has to A man is the last thing you should fear it ain't considered a crime

Wit U We Shootin From The Hip I Can't Stand These Rappers Dat Just Shootin Off They Lip Every Rapper Is A Clapper Your Producer Is A Shooter Engineer Gotta Nine Label Boss

Doper than a kilo of columbian bam bam Rocking with a king ping doing my thing thing Listen to ya album and then I drain my main vein Hornet dog-gon-it my boss

split his face with the toast, he ain't Ghost It's no joke, iron coat, rifle with a scope One toke, brains float, shot to the throat Before the smoke hit, witness the killing Southern crime

split his face with the toast, he ain't Ghost It's no joke, iron coat, rifle with a scope One toke, brains float, shot to the throat Before the smoke hit, witness the killing Southern crime

of murder Bodyguard, who used to do physical fitness His business, is catching to terrifying the witness In the gym is where he gained his powers Boss

of the smirnoff playing for keeps I buss in 'em 'fore she get off I run the city just pull up and drop the kid off welcome to organised crime money got

boss My fashion is Kumb-a-i, or else I'm attackin' Dukes frontin acting like they toughest then napkins Spittin', them bullshit crimes I stay hittin

.I.G Ya'll understand what I'm sayin', hey PSC pimpin', ya'll already know what it is man, it's a bad boy thang man Grand hustle collaboration, ya'll already know man Boss