"Cut Off Boston Richey" lyrics
Uh, uh
Uh, uh, Boston Richey, the [?]
Uh, got them blicks in here
Uh, uh, yeah, uh
What kind of king try to diss Boston Richey?
And the gang that you claim? Woke up, niggas switchin'
A [?], niggas can't turn off Boston Richey
I'ma say that shit again, niggas ain't cut off Boston Richey
Whatever nigga swang through this bitch fast, they gon' get it
Talkin' real trash bag, Glad bag, still in the trenches
If you see a nigga that hang with me with a blick, he gon' blick it
If you hear a nigga say that they fuck with me, niggas trippin'
I need all mine, if I'm out here flexin', then it's all mine
Quick to cut off his water just like the leaves whenever it's fall time
Go ask a bitch I fucked, she a ten, the lil' bitch still mine
Talk about all that drill shit, but don't drill shit when it's drill time
Huh, fuck it, I bought twenty K [?] fifty ball
Acting like you the only rap trap shooter, I'm sick of y'all
This shit I got in my pants'll knock a pussy nigga blicky soft
[?] hit ya wall, and knock ya picture off
Nigga, don't diss on me, go diss on a nigga that did somethin'
Different type of nigga, every time we swung on somethin', we hit somethin'
Foenem walk down gang, 'cause niggas known for gettin' they shit stomped
Took off like a plane, just go and ask 'em, we gon' hit somethin'
[?], I took a bat just like [?]
I fucked the nigga bitch, oh, you forgot? Must I remind you?
Know we winnin' up in this shit, you pussy niggas got Alzheimer's
I'll hang a bitch jersey up, straight up clothesline him
You know I fuck with EST, me and my nigga, we all shiners
I'm forever gon' trap these bricks, until the fuckin' law find me
Catch his ass, shake him like a pit, catch me out on dog timing
Still on that FBG shit, I'm just on God timing
Pay a nigga to straighten yo' shit, I'm talking straight up clothes ironing
None of that pussy shit can't fly, but I bet them bugs flyin'
If yo' bitch say she won't fuck on Boston Richey, that ho lying
Young nigga ain't never kill nothin', but he gon' spray when it's go time
Yeah, yeah, man
Live from off The Block, man
Don't even play with us, man
We gettin' it, man
I don't even be dissin' niggas, man, we gettin' money and fuck hoes, man
Live From The Block, pussy
Uh, uh, Boston Richey, the [?]
Uh, got them blicks in here
Uh, uh, yeah, uh
What kind of king try to diss Boston Richey?
And the gang that you claim? Woke up, niggas switchin'
A [?], niggas can't turn off Boston Richey
I'ma say that shit again, niggas ain't cut off Boston Richey
Whatever nigga swang through this bitch fast, they gon' get it
Talkin' real trash bag, Glad bag, still in the trenches
If you see a nigga that hang with me with a blick, he gon' blick it
If you hear a nigga say that they fuck with me, niggas trippin'
I need all mine, if I'm out here flexin', then it's all mine
Quick to cut off his water just like the leaves whenever it's fall time
Go ask a bitch I fucked, she a ten, the lil' bitch still mine
Talk about all that drill shit, but don't drill shit when it's drill time
Huh, fuck it, I bought twenty K [?] fifty ball
Acting like you the only rap trap shooter, I'm sick of y'all
This shit I got in my pants'll knock a pussy nigga blicky soft
[?] hit ya wall, and knock ya picture off
Nigga, don't diss on me, go diss on a nigga that did somethin'
Different type of nigga, every time we swung on somethin', we hit somethin'
Foenem walk down gang, 'cause niggas known for gettin' they shit stomped
Took off like a plane, just go and ask 'em, we gon' hit somethin'
[?], I took a bat just like [?]
I fucked the nigga bitch, oh, you forgot? Must I remind you?
Know we winnin' up in this shit, you pussy niggas got Alzheimer's
I'll hang a bitch jersey up, straight up clothesline him
You know I fuck with EST, me and my nigga, we all shiners
I'm forever gon' trap these bricks, until the fuckin' law find me
Catch his ass, shake him like a pit, catch me out on dog timing
Still on that FBG shit, I'm just on God timing
Pay a nigga to straighten yo' shit, I'm talking straight up clothes ironing
None of that pussy shit can't fly, but I bet them bugs flyin'
If yo' bitch say she won't fuck on Boston Richey, that ho lying
Young nigga ain't never kill nothin', but he gon' spray when it's go time
Yeah, yeah, man
Live from off The Block, man
Don't even play with us, man
We gettin' it, man
I don't even be dissin' niggas, man, we gettin' money and fuck hoes, man
Live From The Block, pussy
