Bossa (feat. Joey3)

Queseyot back on his shit again (Queseyot back on his shit again)

Queseyot back on his shit again (Queseyot back on his shit again)

Lil Quese', Lil Quese' (Uh)

Queseyot back on his shit again (Uh)

Queseyot back on his shit again, uh

Joey3 back on his shit again (Uh), Joey3 back on his shit again (Uh)

Look

Queseyot back on his shit again, ballin' on **** like I play for Michigan

I had to drop her and get her friend, mindin' my business, still countin' my dividends

**** be cappin', the world that we livin' in, I had to upgrade and move up from middleman

Rockin' designer 'cause I really get it in, call up the plug and you know that he shippin' it

****, they know that we winnin', we gettin' this money, ain't takin' no L's

Back when you hearin' my name, Lil Queseyot, bet I be ringin' a bell

Run up on me and the gang and the stock is attached and you catchin' a shell

Talkin' all crazy up out of his lips I be crackin' his man and you watched how he fell, uh

Run up, drop him, bitches, they know that I'm poppin'

I'm throwin' assist, stocked in, then I'm hittin' the booth, lock in

Bet I pull up to the show, rockin'

Always on go-mode, **** be so-so

See your lil' bitch and she wantin' a photo, you and your man, bozo

I cannot cap 'bout this life, 'cause this is the shit that I really done did

Feds run into my crib and it's crazy 'cause I'm 'bout to do me a bid

The gang still runnin' up peezys, my feet, check for the Yeezys

My brodie say Balenciaga, back in high school, I did the Prada

**** know I'm 'bout a dollar, I'm drippin' in new Saleem Raja

The money, we gettin' a lot of, head to toe, we dripped in designer

We went from the back to the front, **** be cappin' this ain't what you want

Got gas if you needed a pump, ran up a lot of these racks in the mud

Run up on gang and get hit from the jump, these **** is trash and belong in the dump, uh

Uh, 3 (Gang)

Man, I'm really back on my shit again, man (For real?)

Bah, bah, bah

Joey3 back on his shit again, watch how I slide in with ten of them, uh (Uh)

**** be actin' all feminine, fuckin' two bitches, no Jefferson, uh (Uh)

Rappers is soft, turkey, she eatin' me up, jerky

High off a pill, perky, I'm rollin' with hitters, murk 'em

I'm shippin' the work, send off, hop in the wheel, bend off

Need me some work, I'ma run off, we got a mop and it's bend-off

Brodie start lettin' his gun off, fuckin' with 3 and then rumble

Shawty be wipin' my cum off, finish my verse when this blunt off

Run up, drop 'em (Ah), Joey3, spot 'em

Gang lined 'em, broski got 'em

Shawty keep hittin' my cellular, smokin' on gas, no regular

Put on the mask, the predator, gang and them two steps ahead of ya

Ah, ah, ah (What?)

I had to hop in my zone, players keep callin' my phone, woah (Brr)

He said he need gas for the low, pull up, I'm right by the store, oh

We in and we out on a lick, one time we slide with the blick (Gang)

Lil Queseyot takin' your bitch, Joey3 back in the mix (Gang)

We found 'em, dropped 'em, servin', Yo Gotti

Screamin, "Free Quaddy," ten toes, free Bobby

Burnt up, I'm zombie, ball hard like Scotty

I'm droppin' a opp and his man, one time, we hoppin' out vans

Run up on gang, you get jammed, pussy just put up your hands

I'm doin' a bid for a scam, they tryna book me and my man

Beefin' with ****, they ran, crazy how opps turn to fans (Ah, ah)

Uh, uh, uh

Uh (Joey3, bitch)