Who’s the Boss
CENK – Verse 1] I pull up like Tony Montana, Fake friends run like they saw a piranha. Diamond grill but your heart’s aluminum, Talk loud but your soul’s minimum. Snapbacks twisted, I’m sun-kissed, Ege in the back with a hitlist. Burning like tires in Vice City nights, They flex online, we live real fights. Park the Lambo, eat my fries, You post thirst traps, I monetize. You mumble on the mic like you bit your tongue, My rhymes got kicks like a loaded gun. EGE – Hook] Who’s the boss? Not you, that’s facts, Lil Pump couldn’t even write his own raps. We take shots like it’s happy hour, You just sip lean and lose your power. (Ay, Tony Montana with the flex) (We pull up, you break your necks) Who’s the boss? Who’s the boss? Better ask Siri, you just lost 💀 EGE – Verse 2] I’m the kid your idols fear, Your playlist trash, let me make it clear. Pull up in crocs, still get looks, Lil Pump fell off harder than his hooks. Caffeine soul with a rebel’s aim, Cenk drop bars, I set the flame. Every verse we write is an obituary, Your sound’s like 2018 – temporary. Internet clowns, we call you out, You got followers, but not that clout. Tony Montana with a water gun? Nah, we come blazing — better run. CENK – Outro / Ad-libs] Ayy, tell Pump we got words for him. Ghostwriter? Nah, ghostbuster. Ege bring the chaos, I bring the storm. Tony Montana style, but born in the dorm.
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CENK – Verse 1] I pull up like Tony Montana, Fake friends run like they saw a piranha. Diamond grill but your heart’s aluminum, Talk loud but your soul’s minimum. Snapbacks twisted, I’m sun-kissed, Ege in the back with a hitlist. Burning like tires in Vice City nights, They flex online, we live real fights. Park the Lambo, eat my fries, You post thirst traps, I monetize. You mumble on the mic like you bit your tongue, My rhymes got kicks like a loaded gun. EGE – Hook] Who’s the boss? Not you, that’s facts, Lil Pump couldn’t even write his own raps. We take shots like it’s happy hour, You just sip lean and lose your power. (Ay, Tony Montana with the flex) (We pull up, you break your necks) Who’s the boss? Who’s the boss? Better ask Siri, you just lost 💀 EGE – Verse 2] I’m the kid your idols fear, Your playlist trash, let me make it clear. Pull up in crocs, still get looks, Lil Pump fell off harder than his hooks. Caffeine soul with a rebel’s aim, Cenk drop bars, I set the flame. Every verse we write is an obituary, Your sound’s like 2018 – temporary. Internet clowns, we call you out, You got followers, but not that clout. Tony Montana with a water gun? Nah, we come blazing — better run. CENK – Outro / Ad-libs] Ayy, tell Pump we got words for him. Ghostwriter? Nah, ghostbuster. Ege bring the chaos, I bring the storm. Tony Montana style, but born in the dorm.