Letra de Bullseye 2 - Real Boston Richey

(Feat. Future)

Pluto Richey, Richey Pluto, however, you wanna say it (Buh, buh, buh, buh)

Yeah, murder

Two of my chains ten hundred thousand

One of my rings cost a house (Havin' our way with this shit)

Few of my bitches, can't live without 'em (DDot cold as a motherfucker, on God)

Drench gang, slime 'em out

Bubba chain a hundred thousand, ran it up in public housing

Niggas pussy, Ronda Rousey, fuck with me, don't fuck without me

Hula-hoop-ass nigga got slimed out for tryna go around me

Know I'll get a nigga ass touched right now, ain't gotta be around him

Booted up, I don't take no med, I be on that drank instead

Fuck 'round on that strong back, doin' too much, I damn near broke the bed

I don't gotta have no comeback, I don't argue, fuck him, kill him dead

Fuck it, buy his bitch a wig, fuck his bitch, I love to see it

I've been on this shit since I was a kid, all this shit I did

All my ex-hoes still ain't on shit, keep 'em out my mix

I don't even be tryna connect hoes with this motion shit

Know the police stayin' next door, still gettin' them Bubbas in

Ho, you know I don't play Connect Four, ain't with that playin' shit

Can't afford the risk, we pullin' through all dirty sticks

Cookin' up motion, shoot my shot, I got a Curry wrist

Gotta keep it kosher, can't do too much, these fuck niggas'll snitch

Servin' Crystal Falls just like The Haves and the Have Nots

All that fuckin' with the opps'll get your ass slimed right out

Pull up in a Benz, she say that she wanna know me now

Fuck it, spin a bend, pop his ass and call it bullseye

Servin' Crystal Falls just like The Haves and the Have Nots

All that fuckin' with the opps'll get your ass slimed right out

Pull up in a Benz, she say that she wanna know me now

Fuck it, spin a bend, pop his ass and call it bullseye (Pluto)

Freeband chain, Kris Jenner

All my lil' niggas nothin' but spinners

Audemars my gang member (Yeah)

AP for my main, hold up

One of my outfits least a key, damn near touchin' a half a B

If my nigga wasn't Jigga, I'm the type go after Bey

And I still'll smash on Ci, I got two-fifty on me

Like the quarterback of the Chiefs, I'm in the field without no cleats

Bringin' in seals by the P, pour up drink, but I don't get sleepy

I'm on pills and I'm geeked, but this money got me tweakin'

Turnin' good girls to freaks, she ain't with me, she with the streets

Cost two thousand just to bust a nut on these Hermès sheets

Two of my chains ten hundred thousand

One of my rings cost a house

Few of my bitches, can't live without 'em

Drench gang, slime 'em out

Bubba chain a hundred thousand, ran it up in public housing

Niggas pussy, Ronda Rousey, fuck with me, don't fuck without me

Hula-hoop-ass nigga got slimed out for tryna go around me

Know I'll get a nigga ass touched right now, ain't gotta be around him

Booted up, I don't take no med, I be on that drank instead

Fuck 'round on that strong back, doin' too much, I damn near broke the bed

I don't gotta have no comeback, I don't argue, fuck him, kill him dead

Fuck it, buy his bitch a wig, fuck his bitch, I love to see it

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