"BOSTON" lyrics
Money Man, Zaytoven & Trauma Tone Lyrics
I got a shooter like Boston, I put a jaguar inside of a coffin
Shout out to P.R.E., R.I.P. Dolph, I'm getting money, I know economics
Come on lil' mama, let's go to the exit
You looking good, if I might get you pregnant, I'm catching a jug
Give me a second, you know I'm first, I never been second
You better spin 'em, I'll give you the cutta
I'm on the camel, I'm chilling in Qatar
So many Cubans, they think I'm Latino
I feel like a lion, I feel like a Leo
I got new racks, decided to keep off, Cartier's tinted
I cannot see y'all, I'm getting bended
I'm on these 8's, I'm getting lifted, I'm on these K's
You see the tints, we grow this shit
You smell the scent, you can get spent
Thirty round bursts, smell like a verse
We got flow, we got turnt
Yeah, my name Herkul, I'm rocking the kilo
All my vehicles black, negro
Dropping bags on my family, my people
Keep that fire 'cause this world is so evil
I done rented a house out Dubai
He a clone, he a street nigga, mark me
I'm a boy, silent, that shit is inside of me
She told me pull it out, put it inside of me
Running on sterc 'cause the angels is guiding me
Dealing with myself, I ain't have no one guiding me
Run up that payline, it's no longer poverty
You on the trap, better do this shit properly
I got you forever, lil' mama, infinity
Used to sell P's out an old ass Infinity
I feel like a God, I feel the divinity
They tryna come 'round and soak up my energy
She know I'm having a real nigga tendency
My nigga Phil with them links in them tendencies
Got in my rubber, I can't let nigga blemish it
O-C-Drip, I'ma shock the system
I got them sissies like Boston
I put the jailbone inside of a coffin
Shoutout to P.R.E., R.I.P. Dolph, I'm getting money, I know economics
Come on, lil' mama, let's go to the exit
You looking good, if I might get you pregnant, I'm catching a jug, give me a second
You know I'm first, I never been second
You better spend up, I give you the cut up
I'm on the camel, I'm chilling in Qatar
So many Cubans, they think I'm Latino
I feel like a lion, I feel like a Leo
I got new racks, decided to keep up
Cartier's tinted, I cannot see y'all
I'm getting bended, I'm on these 8's
I'm getting lifted, I'm on these K's
Shout out to P.R.E., R.I.P. Dolph, I'm getting money, I know economics
Come on lil' mama, let's go to the exit
You looking good, if I might get you pregnant, I'm catching a jug
Give me a second, you know I'm first, I never been second
You better spin 'em, I'll give you the cutta
I'm on the camel, I'm chilling in Qatar
So many Cubans, they think I'm Latino
I feel like a lion, I feel like a Leo
I got new racks, decided to keep off, Cartier's tinted
I cannot see y'all, I'm getting bended
I'm on these 8's, I'm getting lifted, I'm on these K's
You see the tints, we grow this shit
You smell the scent, you can get spent
Thirty round bursts, smell like a verse
We got flow, we got turnt
Yeah, my name Herkul, I'm rocking the kilo
All my vehicles black, negro
Dropping bags on my family, my people
Keep that fire 'cause this world is so evil
I done rented a house out Dubai
He a clone, he a street nigga, mark me
I'm a boy, silent, that shit is inside of me
She told me pull it out, put it inside of me
Running on sterc 'cause the angels is guiding me
Dealing with myself, I ain't have no one guiding me
Run up that payline, it's no longer poverty
You on the trap, better do this shit properly
I got you forever, lil' mama, infinity
Used to sell P's out an old ass Infinity
I feel like a God, I feel the divinity
They tryna come 'round and soak up my energy
She know I'm having a real nigga tendency
My nigga Phil with them links in them tendencies
Got in my rubber, I can't let nigga blemish it
O-C-Drip, I'ma shock the system
I got them sissies like Boston
I put the jailbone inside of a coffin
Shoutout to P.R.E., R.I.P. Dolph, I'm getting money, I know economics
Come on, lil' mama, let's go to the exit
You looking good, if I might get you pregnant, I'm catching a jug, give me a second
You know I'm first, I never been second
You better spend up, I give you the cut up
I'm on the camel, I'm chilling in Qatar
So many Cubans, they think I'm Latino
I feel like a lion, I feel like a Leo
I got new racks, decided to keep up
Cartier's tinted, I cannot see y'all
I'm getting bended, I'm on these 8's
I'm getting lifted, I'm on these K's
