Bullseye Real Boston Richey

[Intro]
Buh, buh, buh, buh
I been always with this shit
(DDot cold as a motherfucker, on God)

[Verse 1]
Bubba chain a hundred thousand
Ran it up in public housing
Niggas pussy, Ronda Rousey
Fuck with me, don't fuck without me
Hula-hoop-ass nigga got slimed out for tryna go around me
Know I'll get a nigga ass touched right now, ain't gotta be around him
Booted up, I don't take no med, I be on that drank instead
Fuck 'round on that strong back, doin' too much, I damn near broke the bed
I don't gotta have no comeback, I don't argue, fuck him, kill him dead
Fuck it, buy his bitch a wig, fuck his bitch, I love to see it
I've been on this shit since I was a kid, all this shit I did
All my ex-hoes still ain't on shit, keep 'em out my mix
I don't even be tryna connect hoes with this motion shit
Know the police stayin' next door, still gettin' them Bubbas in
Ho, you know I don't play Connect Four, ain't with that playin' shit
Can't afford the risk, we pullin' through, all dirty sticks
Cookin' up motion, shoot my shot, I got a Curry wrist
Gotta keep it kosher, can't do too much, these fuck niggas'll snitch

[Chorus]
Servin' Crystal Falls just like the haves and the have-nots
All that fuckin' with the opps'll get your ass sloured out
Pull up in a Benz, she say that she wanna know me now
Fuck it, spin a bend, pop his ass, and call it, "Bullseye"
Servin' Crystal Falls just like the haves and the have-nots
All that fuckin' with the opps'll get your ass sloured out
Pull up in a Benz, she say that she wanna know me now
Fuck it, spin a bend, pop his ass, and call it, "Bullseye"