No Static Real Boston Richey

[Intro]
(Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe, baow)

[Verse 1]
Uh, uh, Percocets and strong Blacks, uh
I hit her off the strong back, uh
Nigga, you don't even know 'bout that, uh
I can fuck a bitch, I'll never break a sweat, uh
I'm runnin' down, I'm on they ass just like Charles Manson
I ain't never leavin' my BM, bitch, just stop askin'
2012, none of you broke-ass niggas was goin' to classes
It's time to bring the Bubbs back up, nigga, I miss taxin'
I don't know 'bout you, but I ain't never flipped a bitch taxes
I'm quick to show a nigga I ain't doin' all that riff-raffin'
Been wrappin' all my life, but seven months in on rapping
If you a real trap nigga, you know I'm talking plastic
And if you really done clapped niggas, then you ain't scared of the casket
I gave my bitch ten bands, I told her to fill hеr basket
Go buy some Gucci, buy Chanel, bitch, 'causе you the baddest
They say they'd rather the realest over the baddest, damn, that's madness
But either way, she playin' games and I ain't talkin' Madden
She actin' lame, she told me, "Don't stick your finger in my panties"
Bought you a flight, then stand on business, bitch, I ain't your daddy
I left a bitch way down in Cali', she was actin' sassy
I had her family wantin' to whack me, but they know I'm rappin'
They know I stay in traffic, know I'm toting big old weapons
They know I'm riding with them killers, don't speak on nothin' that happened