Watch the official music video for “Intro” by BossMan Dlow, now featured on RapStarVidz. Check out the visuals above, then scroll down to read the lyrics.
BossMan Dlow – Intro lyrics:
[Intro] The biggestYeah-yeah (Yeah), yeah
(Ayy, who made that shit, nigga? Foolio)
Yeah
(King Nathan with another one)
Hey [Verse 1] Everything I rap, I done seen or done it (I swear)
Your trap ain’t doing nothin’ like Chick-fil-A on Sunday (It’s not slappin’)
Boy, I’m on your top, you could merch that shit (Merch it, nigga)
Talkin’ ’bout what I got, I put in work for this shit (Facts)
I ain’t talk down on nobody, I just ran my check up (Beep, beep, beep)
The ‘Vette got red guts, tell them boys to catch up (Catch up, boy)
It’s rules in this shit when it come to bossin’ up (Yeah)
You can’t ever trust a bitch that talk too much (I swear)
You gotta stay on they top to keep from goin’ under (Swear)
Stay humble with this shit ’cause God’ll take it from you (Thank you, God)
Gotta keep niggas out your business, niggas be super goofy (I swear)
All this money, I don’t know how to act, just like a Tubi movie (I swear)
Before I give a ho a bag, I’ll blow a bag in Louis (No cap)
‘Member them boys had the ball, they wouldn’t even alley-oop me (No cap)
This shit goin’ on, this shit spectacular, nigga (I swear)
We drive Rolls-Royces like they Acuras, nigga (Skrrt)
We don’t talk on iPhones ’cause they tappin’ ’em, nigga (Fuck 12)
I was ridin’ Nissan, now I’m turnt to the maximum, nigga (Yeah)
Ten piece chicken every pocket, this bitch swingin’ like McDonald’s (Beep, beep, beep)
Fuck nigga, no, I can’t be guarded, I’m Dlow Wembanyama, nigga (Yeah, Big Za) [Interlude] It’s a half a mill’ in that bag right there, nigga
It’s another quarter mill’ in that bag back there
Yeah, huh (The biggest)
Yeah, huh (Big Za) [Verse 2] I won’t beef with none of these pussy niggas, just point me to the chicken (Beep, beep, beep)
I seen my young niggas’ Christmas list, only thing on there was switches (Frrt)
Take them fake-ass Louis shoes off, you ain’t gotta fake kick it (Pussy)
Get in the pot and hit that bitch with a stiff arm like Derrick Henry (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Boy, we really havin’ shit (Really havin’ shit)
Pull off in a Hellcat doin’ magic tricks (Skrrt)
Get your own motion, you ain’t gotta ask for shit (Nigga)
Huh, walk in the dealership, I’m payin’ cash for this (Let me get that one right there) [Interlude] Yeah
Real street nigga, I ain’t had a dollar to my motherfuckin’ name, nigga, huh
Now I walk in Benz, nigga, and I grab two-fifty out that bag and buy that bitch outright
Showroom, nigga [Verse 3] Nigga, let’s get some things straight (Nigga)
Punch a nigga in his shit, then bond out the same day (Pussy)
Nigga, I told the plug keep it comin’ (Brrt)
All these pink and blues on me look like Easter Sunday (Beep, beep, beep)
Boy, you hear them horses when I start it up (Skrrt)
Still’ll pull a jugg quick, like baby, “You party or what?” (Yeah)
You better book me if you want to bring the streets out (Big Za)
I hit Johnny with two hundred to switch my teeth out (Diamond boy) [Outro] Yeah
Nigga, this shit really goin’ on, nigga, this shit huge, nigga
I might wake up today and count six hundred, nigga
I’ll go to Rolls-Royce and blow them same six hundred tomorrow, nigga
The motherfuckin’ biggest, nigga, fuck you talkin’ ’bout, nigga?
Motion, yeah
Trippin’ ’bout that bitch, nigga, your bitch look one time, nigga, that bitch good as gone, nigga
We them niggas puttin’ on niggas, got this shit goin’ on, nigga
Humble nigga, but I’ll pop my shit, you fuck niggas can’t fuck with me, nigga, straight up
Free the real niggas up the road, Merk City, you know what the fuck goin’ on, 46 Ave, nigga
