[Intro: Tee Grizzley]
Hahahaha
Boldy, that's how you coming, my nigga?
It's that real authentic D-boy shit, man, you know?
Let's get it
[Verse 1: Boldy James]
Can't recall what became, when shit that lame got paid to take the fall
Can't mention Boldy name for clout without getting my gang involved
Bird bathing, stashing all the pape', hid in the basement wall
In the spig damn near three weeks straight, was barely changing drawers
Yeah, every blue moon, tuck a two-eighty ball
When José hit me back, walked out the room, "I gotta take this call"
Couple points on them joints, I can't complain at all
Real D-boy from Detroit, came up on Ye and Doll
Probably should hang it up before them bitches frame us all
Nah, niggas ain't gang with us if we ain't felt no pain with y'all
Last grade completed was the eighth, but now it's cakes and all
Always been misunderstood, but I was good at breaking laws
Pool sharking, got more clio than Casey Hall
I shoot 'em out the way every time the Spartans play DePaul
Robbin' Peter to pay Paul for eighteen circles, that's a game of golf
Two bricks in my shirt, just tryna play it off, what else?
[Chorus: Boldy James]
These bitches too possessive
They always put a five on it, bend the truth and stretch it
Legend of Zelda, just met a new connection
Cut a few niggas out the circle, made a few corrections
Brick of Matilda, four-five Cecil Fielder
Yves Saint Laurents down in Vermont, I was the new Magellon
All of these niggas snitching, shit, I'm like, "Who you telling?"
It's 187, tout-puissant, extension 227
Hahahaha
Boldy, that's how you coming, my nigga?
It's that real authentic D-boy shit, man, you know?
Let's get it
[Verse 1: Boldy James]
Can't recall what became, when shit that lame got paid to take the fall
Can't mention Boldy name for clout without getting my gang involved
Bird bathing, stashing all the pape', hid in the basement wall
In the spig damn near three weeks straight, was barely changing drawers
Yeah, every blue moon, tuck a two-eighty ball
When José hit me back, walked out the room, "I gotta take this call"
Couple points on them joints, I can't complain at all
Real D-boy from Detroit, came up on Ye and Doll
Probably should hang it up before them bitches frame us all
Nah, niggas ain't gang with us if we ain't felt no pain with y'all
Last grade completed was the eighth, but now it's cakes and all
Always been misunderstood, but I was good at breaking laws
Pool sharking, got more clio than Casey Hall
I shoot 'em out the way every time the Spartans play DePaul
Robbin' Peter to pay Paul for eighteen circles, that's a game of golf
Two bricks in my shirt, just tryna play it off, what else?
[Chorus: Boldy James]
These bitches too possessive
They always put a five on it, bend the truth and stretch it
Legend of Zelda, just met a new connection
Cut a few niggas out the circle, made a few corrections
Brick of Matilda, four-five Cecil Fielder
Yves Saint Laurents down in Vermont, I was the new Magellon
All of these niggas snitching, shit, I'm like, "Who you telling?"
It's 187, tout-puissant, extension 227
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