Letra de Idk - Real Boston Richey

Yeah, yeah, yeah, nigga, Richey

Man, I pop my shit and I do whatever

Nobody gon' stop shit

(Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe, baow)

Let that MAC fly, I get my turned up bitch from my boy Doe Boy

I'm double R, they call me Richey Rich, ain't no Rolls-Royce

Spot my bitch from out the crowd yellin' my name, I know my hoe's voice

Two bitches tryna sandwich me, tryna treat me like a po' boy

Crackers kicked my door in, I don't even know shit

I ain't even sold shit, I ain't sold no bricks

My bitch tryna ask me 'bout my whereabouts, I ain't been with no bitch

Even though I know I'm slidin' with G, bein' on that ho shit

Tone, me, and RenKen, we slidin', nigga, that's 'bout four switch

We all fucked the same bitch, she done took 'bout four dicks

Cut her off, she put me in her close friends, I ain't in no mix

Had a mission set up by the club, I'm lookin' like, "Where my ho went?"

Like, damn, bae, you did me like that? I should've blocked your ass

Set a rich nigga up, bitch, I would've bought a bag

Your last nigga was cappin' 'fore he seen Boston, I got all the cash

Post three hundred on the 'Gram, they be like, "Where his flossin' ass?"

Nigga, I can take some pain, only pain I lost a bag

Nigga say he want some smoke, fuck 'round, leave him coughin' bad

Thuggin' on the block with the older niggas, that's where I got my swag

Fucked her at my mama house, that's why the bitch just walked out fast

Let that MAC fly, I get my turned up bitch from my boy Doe Boy

I'm double R, they call me Richey Rich, ain't no Rolls-Royce

Spot my bitch from out the crowd yellin' my name, I know my hoe's voice

Two bitches tryna sandwich me, tryna treat me like a po' boy

Crackers kicked my door in, I don't even know shit

I ain't even sold shit, I ain't sold no bricks

My bitch tryna ask me 'bout my whereabouts, I ain't been with no bitch

Even though I know I'm slidin' with G, bein' on that ho shit

Gotta keep my nina on me 'cause these niggas be on some poor shit

Freestyle all my shit in the booth, nigga, I never wrote shit

Know I'm in that mode when I'm out here juggin', I don't even post shit

I be out here juggin' weed, girl, and boy, and more shit

Hit the store to buy some bags, foreign car, the low stick

I ain't dappin' them niggas up, I don't even know jit

Fucked a bitch from the north side, from the back, I screamed out, "4 shit"

Don't let her find out where you stay, that's how you get your door kicked

Let that MAC fly, I get my turned up bitch from my boy Doe Boy

I'm double R, they call me Richey Rich, ain't no Rolls-Royce

Spot my bitch from out the crowd yellin' my name, I know my hoe's voice

Two bitches tryna sandwich me, tryna treat me like a po' boy

Crackers kicked my door in, I don't even know shit

I ain't even sold shit, I ain't sold no bricks

My bitch tryna ask me 'bout my whereabouts, I ain't been with no bitch

Even though I know I'm slidin' with G, bein' on that ho shit

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