Bosses & Shooters Lyrics - Young Dolph

Can't fuck with these niggas, they cross you 

Don't fuck with them niggas, they losers 

All of my niggas they bosses, all of my niggas they shooters 

Baby mama mad 'cause all these bitches wanna fuck me 

In the foreign with choppers in it and that bitch go 200 

Whole clique full of bosses, all of my niggas they shooters 

All of my niggas they bosses, all of my niggas they shooters 

Go get the money nigga, that's all we know 

All of my niggas they bosses, all of my niggas they shooters 

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Cuz ain't gotta introduce me 

When you see me nigga know I'm the shooter 

Keep it gangsta, young niggas ridin' with me 

Strapped with Glocks and uzis 

These bitches they snakes, they [?] 

These niggas they fake, they bogus 

Philly cheese, I'm loaded 

That's why I keep it loaded 

My main bitch say it's over 

I fucked lil shawty over 

I dropped her off at work then invited her sister over 

I'm a dog, I'm a dog, I'm a dog 

That's how I'm rolling 

Fuck lil shawty good, I got lil mama paying homage 

Riding in some foreign, with two draco's on me 

The car it go 200 so I got to keep two hundreds 

These niggas out here scared, that's why they steady running 

Paper Route, we run this, my shooters getting money 

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Can't fuck with these niggas, they cross you 

Don't fuck with them niggas, they losers 

All of my niggas they bosses, all of my niggas they shooters 

Baby mama mad 'cause all these bitches wanna fuck me 

In the foreign with choppers in it and that bitch go 200 

Whole clique full of bosses, all of my niggas they shooters 

All of my niggas they bosses, all of my niggas they shooters 

Go get the money nigga, that's all we know 

All of my niggas they bosses, all of my niggas they shooters 

Bino Brown, I'm bossed up 

Your bitch a dime, she get tossed up 

My ice cold, frost stuff 

I'm Ragu, sauced up 

They wanna know how I get the pack in 

No NFL but I'm quarterbackin' 

Motion picture I be 'bout the action 

Go get the money, I'm chasing Jackson's 

Fuck boy, tell your bitch get off me 

I'll stalk your bucks, I ain't drinkin' coffee 

I sip the lean, I don't fuck with green 

Clip long as a movie scene 

No dressing, I love blue cheese 

Laced up like shoe strings 

Smoking nothing but gas nigga 

I'm sitting back, this blue dream 

All my niggas some bosses 

I went and seen my jeweler 

'Cause these niggas throwing some crosses 

Down with Bino and he pull up in a flying saucer 

I get 'em straight to your front door but nigga it's gon' cost ya 

You know I got to be cautious 

Can't fuck with these niggas, they cross you 

Don't fuck with them niggas, they losers 

All of my niggas they bosses, all of my niggas they shooters 

Baby mama mad 'cause all these bitches wanna fuck me 

In the foreign with choppers in it and that bitch go 200 

Whole clique full of bosses, all of my niggas they shooters 

All of my niggas they bosses, all of my niggas they shooters 

Go get the money nigga, that's all we know 

All of my niggas they bosses, all of my niggas they shooters 

Circle full of bosses 

Where my top go? I just lost it 

Six thousand dollar outfit, these sneakers ain't even out yet 

Them niggas talk a lot of bullshit 

But I swear they ain't even 'bout that 

The bad bitch in the projects got 200 stashed in her closet 

No I ain't ever popped Marley, was too busy tryna cop a Rari 

If I hurt your feelings then I'm sorry 

Shit, get some head from my lil college bitch 

Count my first million, wooh 

Then I count another one, yeah 

She said she got the super head 

All my niggas 'bout that bread 

I don't smoke lemon tree 

I guess you can call me a lemonhead 

Don't fuck with these niggas, they cross you 

Can't fuck with them niggas, they fake 

All of my niggas they bosses 

Drinking codeine with my steak 

My home boy said you ballin' too hard, lil nigga be safe 

Can't fuck with these niggas, they cross you 

Don't fuck with them niggas, they losers 

All of my niggas they bosses, all of my niggas they shooters 

Baby mama mad 'cause all these bitches wanna fuck me 

In the foreign with choppers in it and that bitch go 200 

Whole clique full of bosses, all of my niggas they shooters 

All of my niggas they bosses, all of my niggas they shooters 

Go get the money nigga, that's all we know 

All of my niggas they bosses, all of my niggas they shooters