Intro:
Yeah, I'm comin' at n***as every week now
Every 7 days, n***a, I'm droppin' fire
Hip Hop Weekly, haha
Crooked I, C.O.B. is the Movement
Circle Of Bosses, I'm on the Left Coast man
Yeah, you n***as know
Verse 1:
This is a letter to my true fans
Take the letter N of the end of fan add a M
Yeah, you my true fam
I ain't never needed a new Stan
Just a new stance to understand the dude's the truth, damn
Kiss a record executives a** I can't do
They wanna rape you before they Bathin' Ape you
I'm clappin' my hands, p**y rapper well done
They bend you over made you spell run, are you in? (R-U-N)
Now that some deep sh**
I'm on some G-sh** like getting' ya peeps hit
Not givin' a f** the least bit
My trigger click, lick your teeth split
Quick as E-Swift sip the liquor
That's how quick a n***as heat spit
I'm rap terror, I'm meetin' n***as insides
Heart dark as the mascara surrounds your friend's eyes
Ya'll small French fries insides
This brother lynch guys
You'll be dead way before the stench dies
I'm a way better swinger like I was trained by Mayweather Senior
Crooked they ain't never seen ya
Grey leather seats in the Modena
sh** that straight cheddar bringer
Still thuggin' wave middle fingers
Bosstradamus – this year I'm droppin' BOSS, I promise
Haters yeah I came across your comments
While I was lost off in the Bahamas
With a awesome little mama, like Buffy, peelin' off pajamas
p**y so good I threw her some cheese son
Dick was even better so she gave me a refund
Speakin' of dick, I'm thinkin' you pricks can eat one
And don't ride mine when that summer heat come
They say the truth shall come to the light
I guess the spotlight is on me when I'm clutchin' a mic
Clutchin' it like chrome pipes
Not the kind you find under a bike
The kind that make swines run for your life
All you best rappers alive
You make a n***a laugh till i cry
Put the cash up, dance with the ‘I'
You can be the best rapper alive after I die
Then I come back twice, rappin' with the pa**ion of Christ
Married to the streets
Made her sign a preen up
Takin' my paper to the grave, bury me G'd up
LBC'd up, yeah, C.O.B.'d up
So far ahead, you meth heads better speed up
n***as pop pills, getting' E'd up
Me, I'm addicted to Lunesta cause I do it in my sleep what?!?!
B.O.S.S.
See you next week, haha!