Boss Baller(Explicit) - The Click

Boss Baller (Explicit) - The Click
Aw sh*t
That blunt ain't nuttin' nice man
Peep game though
Yeah
Sh*t
One mo' spot
For the n**ga named shot
With the d in the front
Time to give 'em what they want
H**s want to affiliate they self with the shot caller
Cause they know I'm a baller
I'm representin' Nathan but the v
Click sh*t e40 and be
Legit now we might clip some sh*t
And to you tramp a** h**s it goes something like this
You can call me on the under
But you can never meet shot on that alias number
The h**s ball down to my sc 4 double 0
But what they don't know
A motherf**kin' thing about d shot
Cause he's got way mo' knots than a d spot
A boss baller comin' out the v
The d to the s to the h o t
Who knows a motherf**kin' thing about d shot
Cause he's got way mo' knots than a d spot
A boss baller comin' out the v
The d to the s to the h o t
I break n**gas like b**ches in a game of craps
No screws on my cruise but a gang of straps
It ain't my fault I ain't trippin' like I try to tell h**s
At the club on my knock it's them streisdale h**s
Six footer on the scale she's a 160
Big shot from the block fixin' to knock this ho
At the club way peeved on some sh*t e hooked
Me and v was choppin' game about this b**ch I shook
Chased her through the town like a young greyhound
Shot caller gettin' ghost b**ch I'm out this town
Hurricane in my system makes my Lexus run
You can call me on the under b**ch but you gets none
Who knows a motherf**kin' thing about d shot
Cause he's got way mo' knots than a d spot
A boss baller comin' out the v
The d to the s to the h o t
Who knows a motherf**kin' thing about d shot
Cause he's got way mo' knots than a d spot
A boss baller comin' out the v
The d to the s to the h o t
Now let you tell it d shot is a big fella
A click fella at 260 I'm a thick fella
And my side hogs and my dogs know the rest
When funk was on I wore a triple x vest
In the drought season I went rock for rock
I guess that's why they say I knock harder than a d spot
And h**s ooh I'm on them sluts and tramps
You can ride on my trunk just don't blow up my amps
But never shotgun shot don't have one to fit a gender
Six foot breakin' she's a bender
Tryin' to chase the coupe as I mob through the v
Punk a** ho you don't know a thing about me
Who knows a motherf**kin' thing about d shot
Cause he's got way mo' knots than a d spot
A boss baller comin' out the v
The d to the s to the h o t
Who knows a motherf**kin' thing about d shot
Cause he's got way mo' knots than a d spot
A boss baller comin' out the v
The d to the s to the h o t