Paper Tags Real Boston Richey

[Intro]
Oh, uh
Mm-mm
Time for a new environment, new craft
(Ddot cold as a motherfucker, on God)

[Chorus]
I'm slidin' Bentley coup, paper tag (Mhm-hm, mhm-hm)
She don't work her ass of, she ain't get no ass (Mhm, mhm)
I'm with a ticker bitch, she got more ass, way more cash
High-class, get her Chanel bag, move too fast
Cracker hit the block, I spinned that, I move too fast
I'm up in the 'Vette, that must be drug abusers
All I hang 'round is drug users (Uh, uh)

[Verse 1]
Really came up out the slums too
Why you tote that gun? You know you ain't gon' use
Niggas go for anythin', gettin' bamboozled
Don't know where I'd been if I werеn't makin' music
But they know where I been, thеy just go check on Google
Don't matter where I go, they know I'm keepin' a tooly
Don't matter where she go, she know I'ma run into her
Tired of givin' niggas game, niggas treat me like a tutor
Call me Gary V, givin' out too much game
No more outrunnin' my check, that move bring me more pain
Remember me and dawg was spinnin' up in that Mustang
Bust it down, Ps, we sellin' the grams the Pat way
She gon' come home with a sad face
Play with Boston, it's gon' be a bad day (Uh)
One of my goals, dine, like on a runway (Uh)
Thuggin' niggas street like goin' on a blind date