2 To Da Head
Boss Lyrics


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Lemme bump sumn real quik
Yeah
You know wtf goin on man
Biggee nigga
Whole lotta gang shit goin on
Nah mean
Ayy
Im in designer from head to toe
Fukk dat lil bitch one time and im ret ta go
You aint no gangsta I thought I should let you know
You aint no plug I finessed em wit Oregano
Trap trap run up a stash you steady broke
Too much drip might splash like a levy broke
One night wit her and she callin the wedding off
Dog food clean but I mixed it wit fentanyl
I had to trap just to get a bag
If I get dat hoe you won’t get her back
Designer fashion hell naw we dont check bags
Been fly so long young nigga got jet lag
Brick in da pot bouta cook up a fresh slab
Too many traps I want me a meth lab
Too many bags got gas like Exxon
Bails on da way but I need me a metro-ton
Gelato gelato I need me a extra lung
Come from the hood gotta keep you a extra gun
223 Shells when yo block get spun
Draw down wit dat 100 round drum they wont let ya run
I got a beam on a dirty K
Landed at LAX found a plug in the Bay
You like Eliot Ness and thats where we different
I say Eliot Ness boy because ya snitchin
VVS diamonds on me came from the district
Big ol draco it hit wit precision
Trap trap trap all my niggas on a money mission
Draped in designer that limited edition
Kyrie Irv get that rock and I dish it
Close that window who let all these birds in the kitchen
Lord knows we been thuggin since elementary
On soul free my bros from the penitentiary
Fukk 12!
Free all of my niggas
This shit dont make sense to me
Drip from my head to my toe
Custom made Gucci this drip from Italy
Fukkin a foreign lil bitch I think she from Sicily
Gold on my neck got me feelin like Mr T
They aint show me no love or no sympathy
Head shots put em out of his misery
Niggas be flaggin get hit wit a penalty
She sucked my soul I ran outta energy
You broke as a bitch boy is you kiddin me
Too many racks cant fit in my Amiri jeans
Treat my wrist like the Marta nigga just bus it
Drake wit the 762’s dont touch me
You get hit wit dis shit and you breathing you lucky
I slid down his block but niggas was duckin
Bitch hit da dope she know dat we fukkin
Gang in da vip you know that we clutchin
I crank up the motor the dash 200
I just got a load I whip it and stuff it
Im cookin up O’s
Yea im choppin a onion
Stay down in the trap til that sack abundant
Feds did a sweep but I stay on my toes like a bunion
Trap trap trap got chips like Funyuns
Ayy
Im in designer from head to toe
Fukk dat lil bitch one time and im ret ta go
You aint no gangsta I thought I should let you know
You aint no plug I finessed em wit Oregano
Trap trap run up a stash you steady broke
Too much drip might splash like a levy broke
One night wit her and she callin the wedding off
Dog food clean but I mixed it wit fentanyl
I had to trap just to get a bag
If I get dat hoe you won’t get her back
Designer fashion hell naw we dont check bags
Been fly so long young nigga got jet lag
Brick in da pot bouta cook up a fresh slab
Too many traps I want me a meth lab




Too many bags got gas like Exxon
Bails on da way but I need me a metro-ton

Overall Meaning

The song "2 To Da Head" by Boss is an aggressive rap track that talks about the hustle and drug trade. Boss brags about his wealth and power, expressing his dominance in the rap game. He talks about his love for designer clothes from head to toe and his ability to satisfy women. Boss also mentions how he maneuvers his exploits carefully, finessing his enemies with cheap drugs and keeping himself ahead by hustling for the next big score.


Boss talks about how he had to hustle hard to get to where he is today. He is proud of his success and boasts that people can't even track his wealth anymore. He talks about his jet-set lifestyle and the thrill of trapping for a big score. Boss is in a constant state of hustle, and he shows no signs of slowing down.


Overall, "2 To Da Head" showcases Boss's unapologetic attitude towards his drug trade and his determination to win at any cost.


Line by Line Meaning

Lemme bump sumn real quik
I'm about to play some real music


Im in designer from head to toe
I'm wearing designer clothes from head to toe


Fukk dat lil bitch one time and im ret ta go
I had sex with that girl once and I'm ready to move on


You aint no gangsta I thought I should let you know
You're not a real gangster and I'm informing you of that


You aint no plug I finessed em wit Oregano
You're not a real drug dealer and I tricked you with Oregano


Trap trap run up a stash you steady broke
If you keep selling drugs you'll make a lot of money, but you're currently broke


Too much drip might splash like a levy broke
I have too much swag and it might overflow


One night wit her and she callin the wedding off
I had sex with her once and she's already talking about getting married


Dog food clean but I mixed it wit fentanyl
I mixed clean drugs with a dangerous substance to increase my profits


I had to trap just to get a bag
I had to sell drugs just to make some money


If I get dat hoe you won’t get her back
If I have sex with that girl, she won't go back to you


Designer fashion hell naw we dont check bags
We wear expensive clothes and we don't check any bags


Been fly so long young nigga got jet lag
I've been cool for so long that it's starting to tire me out


Brick in da pot bouta cook up a fresh slab
I'm about to start cooking a fresh batch of drugs


Too many traps I want me a meth lab
I've had too many drug deals and I want to set up a meth lab


Too many bags got gas like Exxon
I have too many drugs and it's like I work for a gas company


Bails on da way but I need me a metro-ton
I have a shipment of drugs coming, but I need another shipment right away


Gelato gelato I need me a extra lung
I smoked so much weed that I need another lung


Come from the hood gotta keep you a extra gun
You need to have an extra gun if you're from the hood


223 Shells when yo block get spun
I use 223 caliber ammunition when I attack your neighborhood


Draw down wit dat 100 round drum they wont let ya run
I have a 100 round drum so if I shoot at you, you can't escape


I got a beam on a dirty K
I have a scope on my gun


Landed at LAX found a plug in the Bay
I found a drug dealer in the Bay Area after landing in Los Angeles


You like Eliot Ness and thats where we different
You remind me of Eliot Ness, but we're different because you're not as good as him


I say Eliot Ness boy because ya snitchin
I'm calling you Eliot Ness because you're a snitch


VVS diamonds on me came from the district
My diamonds are very good quality and they came from a specific area


Big ol draco it hit wit precision
My big gun, Draco, hit its target with precision


Trap trap trap all my niggas on a money mission
All of my friends are selling drugs to make money


Draped in designer that limited edition
I'm dressed in a unique designer outfit


Kyrie Irv get that rock and I dish it
I'm comparing my basketball skills to Kyrie Irving


Close that window who let all these birds in the kitchen
Close the window, there are too many people in the room


Lord knows we been thuggin since elementary
We've been involved in criminal activity since we were children


On soul free my bros from the penitentiary
I swear on my soul that I'll get my friends out of jail


Fukk 12!
I hate the police


Free all of my niggas
I want all of my friends to be released from jail


This shit dont make sense to me
I don't understand this situation


Drip from my head to my toe
I have a lot of swag and it's evident from my appearance


Custom made Gucci this drip from Italy
My custom made Gucci outfit was made in Italy


Fukkin a foreign lil bitch I think she from Sicily
I'm having sex with a girl from overseas, possibly from Sicily


Gold on my neck got me feelin like Mr T
I have a lot of gold jewelry and I feel like Mr. T


They aint show me no love or no sympathy
They didn't show me any love or sympathy


Head shots put em out of his misery
I'll shoot someone in the head to put them out of their misery


Niggas be flaggin get hit wit a penalty
If someone is pretending to be something they're not, they'll get punished


She sucked my soul I ran outta energy
Having sex with her was so exhausting that I'm out of energy


You broke as a bitch boy is you kiddin me
You're as broke as a joke, are you kidding me?


Too many racks cant fit in my Amiri jeans
I have too much money and it won't fit in my Amiri jeans


Treat my wrist like the Marta nigga just bus it
I'm showing off my wrist like it's a bus


Drake wit the 762’s dont touch me
I have a gun, Drake, and if you touch me, I'll use it


You get hit wit dis shit and you breathing you lucky
If I shoot you and you're still alive, you're lucky


I slid down his block but niggas was duckin
I drove down his street, but he and his friends were hiding


Bitch hit da dope she know dat we fukkin
She did drugs with me, and now she knows we had sex


Gang in da vip you know that we clutchin
We're in the VIP section and we're carrying guns


I crank up the motor the dash 200
I start the car and the speedometer reads 200 mph


I just got a load I whip it and stuff it
I just received a shipment of drugs and I'm packaging it up


Im cookin up O’s
I'm cooking up ounces of drugs


Yea im choppin a onion
I'm chopping up my drugs


Stay down in the trap til that sack abundant
I'll keep selling drugs until I have a lot of money


Feds did a sweep but I stay on my toes like a bunion
The police did a search, but I'm always ready for them, like I have a bunion on my foot


Trap trap trap got chips like Funyuns
I'm making a lot of money selling drugs




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Written by: Christopher Romero, Christopher Wesley

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brandi

The bass on this track is dangerous. And Dee KILLS it. Trunk of funk BOOM!

Montgomery Hudson

Always been one of my favorite tracks from BO$$! Sick Erick Sermon track!

UUDUUV

respect to "erick sermon" for producing this track...

capcity1982

Boss just killed it

Frank Finesse

"Hardest Female MC EVER...representin' The D to the fullest"

chitizzle

Yet another funky ass Erick Sermon track!!!

accradata

I agree with you that BOSS is the greatest female mc. She could definitely spit some shit

Cee Dagr81

E sermon d town ...solid album front to back

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Hadi Galal

Fun fact, scratches by Redman

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