Ain’t Right Real Boston Richey

[Intro]
Uh, uh, she wanna...
She wanna fuck me twice, uh, I can't fuck her once, uh
She gotta fuck— Uh, uh, uh, I ain't— uh, uh, uh, uh
(Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe, baow)
Uh, uh, uh

[Chorus]
Uh, if it's white, it ain't right
If it's cocaine, then it's alright
But I don't fuck around with my nose, I'm talkin' 'bout trappin', alright?
Okay, I fuck all with these hoes, hmm, I fuck her to Barry White
Okay, I fuck her, that's his wife
I'm trappin' that propane, bae, it's life
I strike out like Usain, I get out of sight
I pull up in Mulsanne, this all white
I pull in the black thing, Maybach light
I cut off my young thing, that pussy too tight
Plus I don't like no bitch that fight
I like a house bitch that clean up nice
I like the mouth, bitch, I'll get you a flight
You do it right, bitch, I'ma get you some ice, hmm

[Verse 1]
Move like a thief in the night
Trappin' out four and a baby
I'm way too hip, these bitches can't play me
I'm in too deep, God can't even save me
I take that back, well, he the one made me
Rich-ass nigga, I'm the one made them lazy
I'm the one turn a bitch designer bag crazy
I'm the one that went and bought a bitch first Rollie
I'm the one that went and bought a bitch first Rover
Flexin' on the 'Gram, pussy-ass nigga owe me
When I go shoppin', nigga, I don't ask the total
Ballin' on them niggas' ass like Lamar Odom
Sayin' I'm the one, but I know I been told 'em (Uh)
Bust his ass up, talkin' straight up fold him
Slap his ass down, talkin' straight up hoed him
'Member them days I was trappin' on the corner
Boy, I'm tired of lookin' over my shoulder
Big pinky ring get big as a boulder
I'm trappin' and rappin', tryna close that folder
All these days, niggas steady gettin' older
Childish-ass bitch actin' like she gettin' growner
I do it for the hood like Adrien Broner
Free YSL, real young stoner