Boss Ya Life Up

[Intro: Yung Bleu]

Got twenty cars, I don't know which one to drive

[Chorus: Yung Bleu]

Got twenty cars, I don't know which one to drive

Got twenty friends, I don't know which one gon' ride

I put that pressure on my back, I'm livin' life

I'm that young nigga from the streets, I'm goin' live

Boss your life up nigga, boss your life up

Boss your life up nigga, boss your life up

Boss your life up nigga, boss your life up

Boss your life up nigga, boss your life up

[Verse 1: Yung Bleu]

Money out the A-hole, stack them blocks like lego

I ran up some bands, she gon' fuck me for this fame ho

I blew out the brains, twenty thousand in my chain though

Trappin' in the rain, we gon' bust you like a mango

I turned myself into a boss, I'm makin' boss moves

I put my state up on my back so they gon' know you

Ain't need nobody to put me on, I already had the juice

I took my fam up out the hood, that's what I had to do

You got some hitters on your team, is they gon' die with you?

Ain't nothin' but family in my clique, they open fire for Bleu

I got a deal, I kept it real, ain't sell my soul for this

Thirty-two thousand on my neck, I'm goin' all over this, yeah

[Chorus: Yung Bleu]

Got twenty cars, I don't know which one to drive

Got twenty friends, I don't know which one gon' ride

I put that pressure on my back, I'm livin' life

I'm that young nigga from the streets, I'm goin' live

Boss your life up nigga, boss your life up

Boss your life up nigga, boss your life up

Boss your life up nigga, boss your life up

Boss your life up nigga, boss your life up

[Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan]

I had to boss up my life, had to cut off my friends

I had to rebound my circle 'cause them niggas pretend

I had to sacrifice the Honda just to get me a Benz

And then I asked lord forgive me 'cause I know that I sinned

But lately, I been wearin' polo tees and they don't cost enough

Life was kind of average 'til I bossed it up

Gucci fabric me, put that Lacoste up

And he can't join the team because the roster full

Got a bitch off in the pen, I just be talkin' to her

I make that call, all them stars, on my way, walkin' to it

I got these hoes smuggling drugs like they Boston George

I done lost count of how many cars in my car garage

[Chorus: Yung Bleu]

Got twenty cars, I don't know which one to drive

Got twenty friends, I don't know which one gon' ride

I put that pressure on my back, I'm livin' life

I'm that young nigga from the streets, I'm goin' live

Boss your life up nigga, boss your life up

Boss your life up nigga, boss your life up

Boss your life up nigga, boss your life up

Boss your life up nigga, boss your life up

[Verse 3: Yung Bleu]

I'm on an island on vacation, I'm a star now

Bitch I got choices, I got different color cars now

Plus I'm my oldest, get too close, you know I'm drawing down

All of my people fuck with Jacque, you know it's goin' down

Twenty-two thousand on my wrist, bitch it's a Hublot

Purple stuff out a double cup, it make me move slow

You gon' be big, you play your cards right like Uno

Gucci on me now, snap a photo

I be fuckin' different hoes, I be rockin' different clothes

Ballin' like the super bowl, my Audemar super cold

Rollie presidential, whoa, go check my credentials, whoa

Jigging with a pistol, whoa, you gon' make me hit you up

[Chorus: Yung Bleu]

Got twenty cars, I don't know which one to drive

Got twenty friends, I don't know which one gon' ride

I put that pressure on my back, I'm livin' life

I'm that young nigga from the streets, I'm goin' live

Boss your life up nigga, boss your life up

Boss your life up nigga, boss your life up

Boss your life up nigga, boss your life up

Boss your life up nigga, boss your life up