Video Bossing Up 4real de Gt 2025 Rap Lyrics

Gt - Bossing Up 4real Lyrics

[Verse 1: G.T. & Lil Blade]
Ayy, nigga, I'm on 7 Mile cruisin', tryna dodge potholes
Paid twenty racks for the Rolls Forgiatos
Just paid another ten for the one, no extra white gold
Today, I got on Gucci, I made it off the white and green
The next day it's Louis for squares of that Beijing
Always come clean, boy, we never do the rerock
My mans need a half, the codeword for that a deep shot
Extra, man
Shut the fuck up, you ain't got enough (Yeah, nothin', nigga)
Crawlin' out the 'Vette, tryin' not to get my Pradas scuffed
Niggas still hatin' when they should be proud of us (Yeah, yeah, damn)
Every whip mounted up, all your diamonds clouded up (For real)
Walk in the club, now all the hoes surroundin' us (For real)
Puttin' real numbers on the board, nigga, add it up (Add it up)
Dog, we gon' be here all night when we countin' up (You know it)

[Verse 2: Lil Blade]
Found out these rap niggas broke, now she houndin' us (Been knew that)
I know you ain't cop from me 'cause this ain't loud enough (You ain't get it)
Steady worried 'bout the hoes, get your dollars up (Broke-ass)
Look like I'm playin' with the stove the way my pockets stuffed (Woo)
Should've hit the league, but I chose to take the paper route (Uh-huh)
Cell phone slammin', but my bitch want me to take her out (Come on)
I told him cool, go'n just meet me at the host desk (You know it)
Summertime, was thousand-dollar jeans, I'm on the coats next (Moncler)
Already banged out the D, I'm on the coast next (Ooh, oh, yeah)
Four-hour drive, hit the road, I'm with the Colts next (Indiana)
Like I'm wrappin' up a gift, I make a 'bow stretch (You feel me?)
Thirty of 'em, drivin' like I'm on a road test (Yeah)