Chorus (2IC):
Being a boss may be wrong
But fuck it, it feels so right
Five shots, took a fall
Fuck your bitch every night
Annoying me how much he call
Your existence a blight
You can say I’m acting wrong
But fuck it, I know that I’m right
Ahh, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Oh my la, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Oh my la, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Oh my, oh my, oh my la, ah, ah, ah, ah
Verse 1 (2IC):
My girl smart but overstimmed, she fucking with arithmetic’s (ticks)
Your girl get me loud, talking just the tip ain’t just a blip
I’ll teach ya how to love her right cuz you smell like a guttersnipe
You talk real smooth like butter, right- she want the real you, plead the fifth
Emotional connection ain’t shit compared to percocet
You should take a percocet (do it right now)
Your man under my foot, I tеll that bitch to bow down (Yes)
If you ain’t drunk, do it now now now
She playing footsies with my Tootsiе Pop (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Extorting fans for cash, what this groupie got? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Some bullshit’s for the birds, but this boobie’s hot (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Serenade your bitch with a groovy talk (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm in that bitches gums- gingivitis
Everything I touch is gold, she submit to Midas
Fighting while I'm fucking, tell her man to try to hide
Johnny Appleseed- bite my shit and swallow cyanide, nide, nide
Chorus (2IC):
Being a boss may be wrong
But fuck it, it feels so right
Five shots, took a fall
Fuck your bitch every night
Annoying me how much he call
Your existence a blight
You can say I’m acting wrong
But fuck it, I know that I’m right
Ahh, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Oh my la, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Oh my la, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Oh my, oh my, oh my la, ah, ah, ah, ah
Verse 2 (DBLE_T):
For them thighs, I'm a fiend- I've been diving in-between
For my girl, on my knees- know that tongue, it makes her scream
This that birds and the bees, ain't no keeping it PG
It's out of order how she get that wood and then she need that tree
Light it up (up, up, up, up), smoke it clean
Look alive, give me drive, fill me up with gasoline
I ain't a pup (pup, pup, pup, pup), know I'd be a dog
So when it doggy style, pup just onomatopoeia
Way I'm swinging, got em scared, Derek Jeter with some hair
It be baggy in them trakkies, still I see that derriere
Way I'm built, way I'm cooking, I'm a mother fucking bear
I heard that track you said you're spitting on, but I don't fucking care!
I'm blowing on that strong
Don't try to fuck my night
Don't want no deaths to note on
I'm just tryna keep it light
To you, it might be wrong
To us, it feels so right
I'm an underground king
And it got her super tight (Bitch)
Chorus (2IC):
Being a boss may be wrong
But fuck it, it feels so right
Five shots, took a fall
Fuck your bitch every night
Annoying me how much he call
Your existence a blight
You can say I’m acting wrong
But fuck it, I know that I’m right
Ahh, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Oh my la, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Oh my la, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Oh my, oh my, oh my la, ah, ah, ah, ah