[Lyric] ​bossed up (Lil Altoid)

[Intro]
Timbaland, if you hear this, don't sue me, bro
Please, nigga, please, nigga, don't sue me
C'mon, bro, please
All my niggas bossed up, bossed up, yeah
All my niggas bossed up, bossed up, yeah
All my niggas bossed up, bossed up, yeah
All my niggas- ayy, ayy

[Verse 1]
Ayy, yeah, bossed up like the last level of Mario
The cardio, I go all night, turn up the bar-io
Your bitch wanna meet Altoid, but she a sorry ho
Crew deep like Dawson's Creek, shoutout Rosario
Nigga, goddamn
Steam coming out the mic, yeah, that's a hot man
Bitches in the DMs like I was a pop band
If I step up out the jet, then it's a hot land
You talking shit and sucking dick, but you ain't got fans
Goddamn, nigga, ain't nobody hearing your shit
You talking tough, but I'm thе nigga that you fearing and shit
Okay, this nigga wanted war, but now he hеaring the clip, now he tearing and shit
I put the molly in my Minute Maid
Your pockets light, now come look at what a minute made
I can write two songs, make 'em ten seconds long, and I promise over you, they still getting plays
I'm a young boss nigga, I wake up and get my dick sucked
If you keep your life, it's only because the clip stuck
Wrist so bare, you should really get your piss up
Life don't fight fair, I woke up and put my fists up
[Chorus]
All my niggas bossed up, bossed up, ayy
All my niggas bossed up, bossed up, ayy
All my niggas bossed up, bossed up, ayy
All my niggas bossed up, bossed up, ayy
All my niggas bossed up, bossed up, ayy
All my niggas bossed up, bossed up, ayy
All my niggas bossed up, bossed up, ayy
All my niggas bossed up, bossed up, ayy

[Verse 2]
Wrist pure white like I'm with the Klan
And I'm kinda promiscuous, shoutout Timbaland
I keep a couple niggas under like a boss do
Leave an opp six feet, fuck with me, it's finna cost you
Boss who? I'm the nigga running the game
These niggas paying for they fans, I ain't running with lames
And all these fake ass niggas with they fake ass fame
Got a hunnid K, but nobody even know your name
Now, how that make sense?
With them weak ass streams, you niggas make cents
You pay for studio time, I'm in my basement
And all your weak ass bars need a replacement
You got a ghostwriter, I could never fake shit
Run up in your studio and take shit
Talking 'bout your jewelry 'cause your rhymes couldn't make shit
Run up in your mama house, my crew is finna break shit
I got my own style and you niggas on some Drake shit
Point me in the whip and you gon' see just how the bass hit
Tryna make a wave 'cause all these niggas really basic
LASIK, I chop shit just like surgery
The way these niggas test me, I promise they never heard of me
They on my coattails, riding me, they made a herd to me
The hate just give me more clout, you're not hurting me
I'm a young nigga, just bossed up
And I snapped on the track, so I put my feature cost up
[Chorus]
All my niggas bossed up, bossed up, ayy
All my niggas bossed up, bossed up, ayy
All my niggas bossed up, bossed up, ayy
All my niggas bossed up, bossed up, ayy
All my niggas bossed up, bossed up, ayy
All my niggas bossed up, bossed up, ayy
All my niggas bossed up, bossed up, ayy
All my niggas bossed up, bossed up, ayy