Not to Mention Real Boston Richey

[Intro]
Huh, uh
Dun, dun, uh
Bum, uh, uh, uh, uh
(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up)
Yeah, uh
Bum, uh, huh
Bum, bum, huh
Bum, bum, uh
Ayy, ayy

[Verse 1]
Niggas in competition, mm, but I know niggas trippin'
I spent three hundred K on my pendant, two hundred K on what I'm whippin'
And, oh yeah, not to mention, hella bread up on my bitches
You know who did them killings, everybody over here got—
Slap a bitch if she don't listen, wake up, bitch, go clean my dishes
I'm too turnt to rock them Dickies, turnt nigga, gon' rock Givenchy
Bitch, I'm too turnt for them kisses, save it for that nigga that's with you
Bitch, lil' Boston'll never hit you, I'm that nigga that'll come and get you
When your nigga kick you out, take you back up to my spot
Penthouse, top floor, this shit your nigga ain't even got
Bеfore I was trappin' Hubba Bubba, me and Ray was hittin' the pot
Dirt road, trappin' hard, tryna run up mе a knot
I could do what I want, hit the jeweler and buy me a bitch a tennis
I go do what they don't, fuck a bitch, then buy the bitch a pendant
Buy some shit they won't, niggas hatin', but I keep on shittin'
I ain't never miss no day in the trap, nigga, I got perfect attendance
Mm, trap out the store, lil' nigga, we winnin'
Swingin' that pole, lil' nigga, I'm with it
Give me them 'bows and I'ma go go get it
Niggas be hoes, they count fetti
You ain't my bro, nigga, I ain't friendly
Where the coat? Nigga, I'ma hit it
Fuck that bitch until I'm finished
I can blow this shit in a minute