Uploaded August 2026 | Updated September 2026, 1 week ago
♫ Bossman Dlow - Intro
Stream: music.youtube.com/watch?v=tPz4s5O-nMo
» Intro Lyrics:
Everything I rap, I done seen or done it
Your trap ain’t doin’ nothin’ like Chick-fil-a on Sunday
Boy I’m on your top, you could merch that s**t
Talkin’ bout what I got, I put in work for this s**t
I ain’t talk down on nobody, I just ran my check up
The vette got red guts, tell them boys to catch up
It’s rules in this s**t when it come to bossin’ up
You can’t ever trust a b***h that talk too much
You gotta stay on they top to keep from goin’ under
Stay humble with this s**t ‘cause God’ll take itfrom you
Gotta keep n****s out your business, n****s be super goofy
All this money I don’t know how to act, just like a Tubi movie
Before I give a hoe a bag, I blow a bag in Louis
Remember them boys had the ball, they ain’t even alley-oop me
This s**t goin’ on, this s**t spectacular n****,
We drive rolls Royces like they Acuras n****
We don’t talk on iPhones ‘cause they tappin’ em n****
I was ridin’ Nissan, now I’m turnt to the maximum n****
Ten piece chicken every pocket, this b***h swingin’ like McDonald’s
F**k n****, no I can’t be guarded, I’m Dlow Wembanyama
(It’s a half a mil in that bag right there n****, it’s another quarter mil in that bag back there)
I won’t beef with none of these pussy n****s just point me to the chicken
I seen my young n**** Christmas list, only thing on there was switches
Take them fake ass Louis shoes off, you ain’t gotta fake kick it
Get in the pot and hit that b***h with a stiff arm like I’m Derrick Henry
Boy, we really havin’ s**t,
Pull off in a hellcat doin’ magic tricks
Get your own motion, you ain’t gotta ask for s**t
Walk in the dealership, I’m payin’ cash for this
(Real street n****, I ain’t had a dollar to my motherfuckin’ name n****, now I walk in Benz n****, and I grab 250 out that bag and buy that b***h out right the showroom)
N****, let’s get some things straight
Punch a n**** in his s**t, then bond out the same day
N****, I told the plug keep it comin’
All these pink and blues on me look like Easter Sunday
Boy, you hear them horses when I start it up
Still will pull a juug quick, like baby, “You party or what?”
You better book me if you want to bring the streets out
I hit Johnny with 200 to switch my teeth out
(N**** this s**t really goin on, n**** this s**t huge, n****. I might wake up today and count 600 n****. And I go to Rolls Royce and blow that same 600 tomorrow n****. The motherfuckin’ biggest n****, f**k you talkin bout n****, motion. Talkin’ bout that b***h n****, your b***h look one time n**** that b***h good asgone n****. We them n****s putting on n****, got this s**t goin’ on n****. Humble n****, but I pop my s**t, you f**k n****s can’t f**k with me n****, straight up. Free the real n****s up the road, merk city, you know what the f**k goin’ on, 46 Za, n****)
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Intro Lyrics
Intro Bossman Dlow
Bossman Dlow Intro
♫ Bossman Dlow - Intro
Stream: music.youtube.com/watch?v=tPz4s5O-nMo
» Intro Lyrics:
Everything I rap, I done seen or done it
Your trap ain’t doin’ nothin’ like Chick-fil-a on Sunday
Boy I’m on your top, you could merch that s**t
Talkin’ bout what I got, I put in work for this s**t
I ain’t talk down on nobody, I just ran my check up
The vette got red guts, tell them boys to catch up
It’s rules in this s**t when it come to bossin’ up
You can’t ever trust a b***h that talk too much
You gotta stay on they top to keep from goin’ under
Stay humble with this s**t ‘cause God’ll take itfrom you
Gotta keep n****s out your business, n****s be super goofy
All this money I don’t know how to act, just like a Tubi movie
Before I give a hoe a bag, I blow a bag in Louis
Remember them boys had the ball, they ain’t even alley-oop me
This s**t goin’ on, this s**t spectacular n****,
We drive rolls Royces like they Acuras n****
We don’t talk on iPhones ‘cause they tappin’ em n****
I was ridin’ Nissan, now I’m turnt to the maximum n****
Ten piece chicken every pocket, this b***h swingin’ like McDonald’s
F**k n****, no I can’t be guarded, I’m Dlow Wembanyama
(It’s a half a mil in that bag right there n****, it’s another quarter mil in that bag back there)
I won’t beef with none of these pussy n****s just point me to the chicken
I seen my young n**** Christmas list, only thing on there was switches
Take them fake ass Louis shoes off, you ain’t gotta fake kick it
Get in the pot and hit that b***h with a stiff arm like I’m Derrick Henry
Boy, we really havin’ s**t,
Pull off in a hellcat doin’ magic tricks
Get your own motion, you ain’t gotta ask for s**t
Walk in the dealership, I’m payin’ cash for this
(Real street n****, I ain’t had a dollar to my motherfuckin’ name n****, now I walk in Benz n****, and I grab 250 out that bag and buy that b***h out right the showroom)
N****, let’s get some things straight
Punch a n**** in his s**t, then bond out the same day
N****, I told the plug keep it comin’
All these pink and blues on me look like Easter Sunday
Boy, you hear them horses when I start it up
Still will pull a juug quick, like baby, “You party or what?”
You better book me if you want to bring the streets out
I hit Johnny with 200 to switch my teeth out
(N**** this s**t really goin on, n**** this s**t huge, n****. I might wake up today and count 600 n****. And I go to Rolls Royce and blow that same 600 tomorrow n****. The motherfuckin’ biggest n****, f**k you talkin bout n****, motion. Talkin’ bout that b***h n****, your b***h look one time n**** that b***h good asgone n****. We them n****s putting on n****, got this s**t goin’ on n****. Humble n****, but I pop my s**t, you f**k n****s can’t f**k with me n****, straight up. Free the real n****s up the road, merk city, you know what the f**k goin’ on, 46 Za, n****)
#BossmanDlow #Intro #lyrics
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