aint hard
Destroy Lonely
Huh, on some type shit, you know what I'm sayin'? (Woo-woo)
Whatever, whatever, you know what I mean?
Yeah (yeah)
Bein' a boss ain't hard (top floor)
We gon' take the business far (yeah)
Dropped a quarter ticket on the car (yeah)
Yeah, and I still pop them bars (bars)
Got a couple acres on the yard (on the yard)
Forgot to tell the haters I'm sorry (I'm sorry)
We ain't finished, we just gettin' started (gettin' started, started)
Turn it up, turn it up, dawg (turn it up)
Turn up your bitch, your broad
Cash in, 'cause I pissed him off
I still ain't miss at all (ain't miss)
Still ain't did nothin' wrong
All of these niggas some clones
I made your favorite rapper favorite song (yeah)
She wanna fuck on my cologne
She wanna fuck in the backseat
She wanna fuck in the backseat of the Rolls
I had to run it up, I had to run these racks up on my own
Come on and check me, I'm bout to lap these niggas, thought I passed the baton
I had to make the bag, I'm 'bout to piss them off, I'm in my bag
Put it up like the 'Rari red seats, but, bitch this ain't no Jag'
Nigga, I'm the God of flows, nigga, I'm the God of drip, I'm the God of swag
Yeah, they can take that swag, I'ma cook up some new swag and let 'em have that (I'ma let 'em have that)
Posted up with piercings, body covered up in tattoos
Said she wanna fuck me, pussy gushin', this ho swimmin' pool
Uber straight to Lenox, I'm jumped off a jet to Paris, France
Since I was a lil' nigga, I been puttin' all red on all my flag (blatt, blatt, blatt)
They don't like that
They don't like me (they don't like me)
They don't like us (they don't like us)
Pull up with a 'K, bitch
I just outta 'K, ho
All black for the Range Rover
Niggas sweet, they mangos (niggas sweet)
Bein' a boss ain't hard (ain't hard)
We gon' take the business far (yeah)
Dropped a quarter ticket on the car (yeah)
Yeah, and I still pop them bars (bars)
Got a couple acres on the yard (on the yard)
Forgot to tell the haters I'm sorry (I'm sorry)
We ain't finished, we just gettin' started (gettin' started, started)
Turn it up, turn it up, dawg (turn it up)
Turn up your bitch, your broad
Cash in, 'cause I pissed him off
I still ain't miss at all (ain't miss)
Still ain't did nothin' wrong
Why these niggas some clones?
I made your favorite rapper favorite song (yeah)
Boss ain't hard
Wake up
Bugz Ronin, he gon' run it up