Boss Life chords by YFN Lucci Guitar Chords
[Intro]
Bm Em Gbm G
Bm Em Gbm G
[Chorus: YFN Lucci & Offset]
Bm Em
Uh, young fly nigga I kick big shit, yeah
Bm
Plus my wrist lit, hey
Bm
Plus my bitch rich, yeah
Bm
I’m a big pimp, yeah
Bm
I talk big shit, yeah
Gbm
We got sticks bitch, yeah
Gbm
We don’t miss shit, yeah uh
Bm Bm
Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands look like headlights
This the boss life, yeah
Bm
My bitch exclusive and she boujee, yeah
Bm Gbm G Bm
Real life no movie, whole lot of groupies, yeah
[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
Bm
I gotta move a clip, in this lil’ uzi yeah
Bm
They like to talk a lot yeah, but we like to mute shit, yeah
Bm Em
Pull up and shoot shit yeah, all on the roof and shit, yeah
Bm
Trap out the Ruth’s Chris yeah, bust down your cuban, yeah
G Em
Montana, some like Tony Montana
Gbm
Whole lot of drums and bananas
Bm
I don’t fuck with no rappers
Bm
I got love for my trappers, yeah
Gbm D Gbm
Reachin’ for my chains see I know blood they gon’ wack ’em yeah
Bm
New spot like the Falcons
Em
New drop this the fast one
Bm Gbm
Get some top in the Aston
Bm Em
1.5 in cash, bruh
Bm Em
Young fly nigga, they like, “He so handsome”
Bm Em
I might slide through in that Rolls Royce Phantom
[Chorus: YFN Lucci & Offset]
Bm Em
Uh, young fly nigga I kick big shit, yeah
Bm
Plus my wrist lit, hey
Bm
Plus my bitch rich, yeah
Bm
I’m a big pimp, yeah
Bm
I talk big shit, yeah
Gbm
We got sticks bitch, yeah
Gbm
We don’t miss shit, yeah uh
Bm Bm
Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands look like headlights
This the boss life, yeah
Bm
My bitch exclusive and she boujee, yeah
Bm Gbm G Bm
Real life no movie, whole lot of groupies, yeah
[Verse 2: Offset]
Bm
My whole cup polluted (drank)
E
Get in that pint and how you can
Bm
We take the fo from the groupies (woo)
Bm
I’m drippin’, baby, excuse me (drip)
Bm
Whole lot of gang in here (gang)
Bm
Northside niggas, no names in here (Nawf)
Bm
Pinky ring crystal clear, 100k spent on a private Lear
Bm Em
60k solitaire, I cannot vibe with queers
Gbm D
I got the heart of a bear (huh)
Em
Bustin’ them down by the pair
Bm
Patek Philipe, it’s rare
Bm
I’m smashin’, pullin’ her hair
Gbm
Trap fashion, look what I wear
It’s a ghost but do not be scared
Bm
It’s a Wraith with stars in the ceiling, yeah
Bb3m
They go ape on them bars catch a body, yeah
Bm Em Gbm
Let my dick fill in her mouth like it’s a cavity, yeah
Bm Em Gbm
Sippin’ on codeine, floatin’ with no gravity yeah
[Chorus: YFN Lucci & Offset]
Bm Em
Uh, young fly nigga I kick big shit, yeah
Bm
Plus my wrist lit, hey
Bm
Plus my bitch rich, yeah
Bm
I’m a big pimp, yeah
Bm
I talk big shit, yeah
Gbm
We got sticks bitch, yeah
Gbm
We don’t miss shit, yeah uh
Bm Bm
Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands look like headlights
This the boss life, yeah
Bm
My bitch exclusive and she boujee, yeah
Bm Gbm G Bm
Real life no movie, whole lot of groupies, yeah
