Bossman Dlow Aye Yea Lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayo, Stephen)
Ayy, yeah, yeah, ayy, yeah, yeah (Wait, hold on, this Gentle?)
Trap shit, no cap shit
Ayy, yeah, yeah, ayy, yeah, yeah, ayy, yeah, yeah, ayy

[Verse]
Ayy, you tryna f*ck a boss, then f*ck with me, ayy (Come here)
It ain't no joke, if I was broke, I wouldn't even sleep, ayy (Trap)
Ayy, and I got more drip than the kitchen sink, ayy (Sauce)
Tenth grade, they kicked me out, I was too street, ayy (Trappin')
Ayy, I ran through four pounds 'fore one this week, ayy, yeah, yeah
And she ran through you 'cause you sweet, ayy, yeah, yeah
She don't wanna f*ck with you becausе you cheap, ayy, yeah, yeah
I'm scrеamin' free the gang 'til they free, ayy
I'm ridin' 'round, pound of zaza in the seat, nigga (Nigga)
Pull up Bimmer truck, this ain't no GMC, nigga (Hell nah, nigga)
He play games, put him in the air, no Bnb, nigga (Blaow)
Ain't worried 'bout you playin' fair, I'm in these streets, nigga (Facts)
Pretty bitch with me, she got money, her ass fat, uh (That ass fat as f*ck)
Gettin' money, I never had problems doin' that, uh (Ain't never had a problem with that)
If you lookin' for it, you know I'm where it's at, uh (Right where it's at)
I was in South Florida, K2 in my MAC, uh (And that's facts, nigga)
I'm from Port Salerno where gettin' to it is a must (Merk City, boy)
I'm from Port Salerno, young niggas in foreign trucks (Skrrt)
Zaza got me stuck (Facts), windows tinted up (Yup) Keep a blicky tucked (Blaow), pockets big as f*ck (Hah)
She showin' her ass 'cause I ain't see her text message, ayy, yeah, yeah
If you f*ck with me, ho, that's a blessing, ayy, yeah, yeah
Everybody gettin' money in my section, ayy, yeah
Get your stupid ass flipped for talkin' reckless, ayy (Brrt)
Jumped out of prison, uh (Yup), jumped in the trenches
Give a f*ck about these bitches, thinkin' 'bout these digits, uh (Facts)
Black tees and Dickies, handlin' that business (Handle up)
Blowin' on that sticky, make sure you're movin' swiftly
My powerhouse addicted (Uh), the dope I got terrific, uh (Gator)
Ayy, uh, I got 'em all happy, uh
Zips goin' for eight, uh, come get a Lamar Jackson, uh (Come here)
Pack in that Q5, Mo way in that G Wagen, uh (Come on)
All these damn foreigns, it look like we car jackin', uh (Come on)
I done moonwalked on it, gave that boy a Mike Jackson, uh (Come on)
Got it out the dirt, uh, came up out the sand (Skrrt, skrrt)
Ayy, I love Ben Frank, ayy, I love Thomas Grant (Bitch)
[Outro]
Ayy, yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy (Facts)
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, bitch (Trap)
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Real street nigga, man)
Ayy, bitch (46 Ave, Merk City, boy)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Blaow)
Free Big Kat
Free KP, Mark, Chano, free the gang (Big Za)
Free Zo (Bitch)
Free Nut, free JC
Free Hammer, free Koi
Uh

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