Boss Up Lyrics – OsamaSon

Boss up, just flex
Boss up, just flex
Boss up, just flex
Boss up, just flex
F*ck the check up, yeah
F*ck the check up, yeah
F*ck the check up, yeah
F*ck the check up, yeah
What you doin’ here? (What?)
Lookin’ the best (Lookin’ the best)
And I made it this far (Bee)
Thank god, I’m blessed (Yuh, yuh)
They ain’t show no love (No love)
‘Til I made it, yeah
And I proved them wrong, uh
I put that sh!t on, yeah
Bad ho, in her thong, yuh
Said she wanna have fun, yeah (Bee)
Let’s get it on, yeah
Let’s get it on, yeah

Put a lil’ bih’, to bed (To bed)
I was in the back countin’ up deads (Bee, bee)
I was just- (What?)
I was too high
I was too high on a three six five
Popped a X, took over my mind
What would you do if you had this ride?
What would you do if you had my eyes?
Hundred on hundred, it’s no surprise
Look at my neck, hella ice (Ice)
Look at my wrist, hella ice (Ice)
Spent a lil’ sh!t, did that twice (Twice)
Look at my b!tch, drink her like wine
Buyin’ her sh!t just to waste the time (Bee, bee)
Wave that stick, no, I’m not blind (Not blind)
Balenciaga hoodie when it’s hot outside
Shoutout my slime, go slime for slime (Slime)
Go red for red, we go pint for pint (Uh)
I was geeked off tens for the last seven nights (Damn)
I was f*ckin’ on tens for the last seven nights (Damn)
Throw a lil’ money, bet this bih’ gon’ bite (Gon’ bite)
V8 turbo on the whip, take flight (Skrrt)
Free my shooter, gotta send a lil’ kite (Lil’ kite)
F*cked up slime, sh!t don’t feel right (Feel right)
You ain’t on sh!t, .556
Ride with two sticks
Don’t get hit (Buh, buh)
Realized only broke n!ggas talk sh!t (Talk sh!t)
Since I got money, I ain’t talk about sh!t (sh!t)
You don’t got-
You ain’t talkin’ ’bout sh!t (You ain’t talkin ’bout)
And I got the-
Make a bih’ throw a fit
And I got the frr
Bih’, uh, uh, aheh (Bee, bee, bee, bee, bee)
Yeah, yeah (Bee, bee, bee, bee, bee)

Boss up, just flex
Boss up, just flex
Boss up, just flex
Boss up, just flex
F*ck the check up, yeah
F*ck the check up, yeah
F*ck the check up, yeah
F*ck the check up, yeah
What you doin’ here? (What)
Lookin’ the best (Lookin’ the best)
And I made it this far (Bee)
Thank god, I’m blessed (Yuh, yuh)
They ain’t show no love (No love)
‘Til I made it, yeah
And I proved them wrong, uh
I put that sh!t on, yeah
Bad ho, in her thong, yuh
Said she wanna have fun, yeah (Bee)
Let’s get it on, yeah
Let’s get it on, yeah