Boss Life (feat. Offset)

Think It's A Game

Ant Chamberlain that's a hundred points

[YFN Lucci & Offset]

Uh, young fly nigga, I kick big shit, yeah

Plus my wrist lit, hey, plus my bitch rich, yeah

I'm a big pimp, yeah, I talk big shit, yeah

We got sticks bitch, yeah, we don't miss shit, yeah uh

Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands look like headlights

This the boss life, yeah, my bitch exclusive and she boujee, yeah

Real life no movie, whole lotta groupies, yeah

[YFN Lucci]

I got a movie clip, in this lil' uzi yeah

They like to talk a lot yeah, but we like to mute shit, yeah

Pull up and shoot shit yeah, all on the roof and shit, yeah

Trap out the Ruth's Chris yeah, bust down your cuban, yeah

Montana, some like Tony Montana, whole lot of drums and bananas

I don't fuck with no rappers, I got love for my trappers, yeah

Reachin' for my chains see I know blood they gon' whack 'em yeah, yeah

New spot like the Falcons, new drop this the fast one

Get some top in the Aston, one point five in cash bruh

Young fly nigga, they like: He so handsome

I might slide through in that Rolls Royce Phantom

[YFN Lucci & Offset]

Uh, young fly nigga, I kick big shit, yeah

Plus my wrist lit, yeah, plus my bitch rich, yeah

I'm a big pimp, yeah, I talk big shit, yeah

We got sticks bitch, yeah, we don't miss shit, yeah, uh

Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands look like headlights

This the boss life, yeah, my bitch exclusive and she boujee, yeah

Real life no movie, whole lot of groupies, yeah

[Offset]

(Offset)

My whole cup polluted (drank)

Get in that pot and Hadouken! (uh)

We take the phone from the groupies (woo)

I'm drippin', baby, excuse me (drip)

Whole lot of gang in here (gang)

Nawfside niggas, no names in here (Nawf)

Pinky ring crystal clear

40k spent on a private Lear (fyuu)

60k solitaire (60 ball)

I cannot vibe with queers (uh-uh)

I got the heart of a bear (huh)

Bustin' them down by the pair (bust down)

Patek Philipe, it's rare (hey)

I'm smashin', pullin' her hair (smash)

Trap fashion, look what I wear (trap fashion)

It's a ghost but do not be scared (uh-uh)

It's a Wraith with the stars in the ceiling, yeah (stars)

They go ape on them bars, catch a body, yeah

Let my dick fill in her mouth like it's a cavity, yeah

Sippin' on codeine, floatin' with no gravity, yeah

[YFN Lucci & Offset]

Uh, young fly nigga, I kick big shit, yeah

Plus my wrist lit, hey, plus my bitch rich, yeah

I'm a big pimp, yeah, I talk big shit, yeah

We got sticks bitch, yeah, we don't miss shit, yeah uh

Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands look like headlights

This the boss life, yeah, my bitch exclusive and she boujee, yeah

Real life no movie, whole lot of groupies, yeah