real boston richey – cut off boston richey lyrics
[intro]
uh, uh
uh, uh, boston richey, the [?]
uh, got them bl!cks in here
uh, uh, yeah, uh
[verse]
what kind of king try to diss boston richey?
and the gang that you claim? woke up, n+ggas switchin’
a [?], n+ggas can’t turn off boston richey
i’ma say that sh+t again, n+ggas ain’t cut off boston richey
whatever n+gga sw+ng through this b+tch fast, they gon’ get it
talkin’ real trash bag, glad bag, still in the trenches
if you see a n+gga that hang with me with a bl!ck, he gon’ bl!ck it
if you hear a n+gga say that they f+ck with me, n+ggas trippin’
i need all mine, if i’m out here flexin’, then it’s all mine
quick to cut off his water just like the leaves whenever it’s fall time
go ask a b+tch i f+cked, she a ten, the lil’ b+tch still mine
talk about all that drill sh+t, but don’t drill sh+t when it’s drill time
huh, f+ck it, i bought twenty k [?] fifty ball
acting like you the only rap trap shooter, i’m sick of y’all
this sh+t i got in my pants’ll knock a p+ssy n+gga bl!cky soft
[?] hit ya wall, and knock ya picture off
n+gga, don’t diss on me, go diss on a n+gga that did somethin’
different type of n+gga, every time we swung on somethin’, we hit somethin’
foenem walk down gang, ’cause n+ggas known for gettin’ they sh+t stomped
took off like a plane, just go and ask ’em, we gon’ hit somethin’
[?], i took a bat just like [?]
i f+cked the n+gga b+tch, oh, you forgot? must i remind you?
know we winnin’ up in this sh+t, you p+ssy n+ggas got alzheimer’s
i’ll hang a b+tch jersey up, straight up clothesline him
you know i f+ck with est, me and my n+gga, we all shiners
i’m forever gon’ trap these bricks, until the f+ckin’ law find me
catch his ass, shake him like a pit, catch me out on dog timing
still on that fbg sh+t, i’m just on god timing
pay a n+gga to straighten yo’ sh+t, i’m talking straight up clothes ironing
none of that p+ssy sh+t can’t fly, but i bet them bugs flyin’
if yo’ b+tch say she won’t f+ck on boston richey, that ho lying
young n+gga ain’t never k!ll nothin’, but he gon’ spray when it’s go time
[outro]
yeah, yeah, man
live from off the block, man
don’t even play with us, man
we gettin’ it, man
i don’t even be dissin’ n+ggas, man, we gettin’ money and f+ck hoes, man
live from the block, p+ssy
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