[Intro: Real Boston Richey]
Let's go, let's go
Ayy, man, pack that shit up, man, we gotta get up out this bitch
[Chorus: Real Boston Richey]
I'll blow that shit, bitch, I ain't stingy
You can slide around with Boston if your top different
Every time I turn around, they say an opp missin'
Wanna know how niggas dyin'? Niggas keep dissin'
But I don't get in that, I'm steady wrappin' up them chickens
I wanna hit the booth, but I'm stuck up in them trenches
I bang that 5, but I want six hoes with me like I'm Nipsey
Fuckin' hoes and kickin' doors, that's just how we livin'
[Verse 1: Real Boston Richey]
She done popped the Adderall, now she say she miss me
She gon' pull up, eat it all only when she tipsy
Runnin' circles 'round these hoes, treat 'em like a frisbee
Why the fuck these IG hoes always tryna tempt me?
Damn, I swear I hate a bitch who want all the attention
Bitch, you trippin', I got enough cheese, I could buy a Richie
I told my dog don't pop no more of them yercs, he be in his feelings
I'm tryna fly her out to Turks, but, damn, this bitch stay trippin'
You know I left her feelin' hurt, I can feel the tension
Tired of puttin' niggas on and they don't do nothin' with it
I'm tired of niggas sayin' they on, but they don't never spin it
I'm tired of bitches shakin' ass, get mad when I won't hit it
Let's go, let's go
Ayy, man, pack that shit up, man, we gotta get up out this bitch
[Chorus: Real Boston Richey]
I'll blow that shit, bitch, I ain't stingy
You can slide around with Boston if your top different
Every time I turn around, they say an opp missin'
Wanna know how niggas dyin'? Niggas keep dissin'
But I don't get in that, I'm steady wrappin' up them chickens
I wanna hit the booth, but I'm stuck up in them trenches
I bang that 5, but I want six hoes with me like I'm Nipsey
Fuckin' hoes and kickin' doors, that's just how we livin'
[Verse 1: Real Boston Richey]
She done popped the Adderall, now she say she miss me
She gon' pull up, eat it all only when she tipsy
Runnin' circles 'round these hoes, treat 'em like a frisbee
Why the fuck these IG hoes always tryna tempt me?
Damn, I swear I hate a bitch who want all the attention
Bitch, you trippin', I got enough cheese, I could buy a Richie
I told my dog don't pop no more of them yercs, he be in his feelings
I'm tryna fly her out to Turks, but, damn, this bitch stay trippin'
You know I left her feelin' hurt, I can feel the tension
Tired of puttin' niggas on and they don't do nothin' with it
I'm tired of niggas sayin' they on, but they don't never spin it
I'm tired of bitches shakin' ass, get mad when I won't hit it
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