Don’t Get Me Started Real Boston Richey

[Intro]
What's up, ho? ’Cause when the fuck you started talkin' like that? Bitch
What?
Fuck you mean, ho?
Hahahaha
(Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe)

[Chorus]
Don't get me started, bitch, your pussy ain’t more than a quarter
I was in that party, bitch, I was cursin' like I ain't no artist
Mm, I was pullin' the larceny, nigga, I was slidin' and duckin' apartments
I'ma get my bricks, nigga, I'ma go back to the apartments, nigga
Boy, you ain’t even havin’ gas, that G gotta stand for garbage, nigga
Every time I open my pack, you know it smell like I farted, nigga
You was comin' to class early, every time, I was tardy, nigga
You hate me bad, I hope you niggas know I ain’t even started, nigga

[Verse 1]
I ain't never been to Cali', tell 700 I ain't even cappin’
Might text me a bitch, say, "LOL," on me, I ain't even laughin'
These pussy niggas takin' extra L's, they really lackin'
If I had to choose between trap or rap, on God, I'm trappin'
If I had to choose between fightin' or shootin', I'm goin' for clappin'
Might take your bitch for ransom, roll her up, and go kidnap her
You know I ain't chasin' hoes, I'm out of breath like I got asthma
I'm gettin' money like Chicken Man's son, but I ain't no snapper
I'm bendin' the corner, whippin' that Ghost through this bitch like I'm Casper
I'm draped in Dan, but not Lil Baby cousin, this shit here Dapper
I told my bitch just take her time, I don't know how to change no Pamper
But I could be your man and run the streets and still be a rapper