Letra de Paper Tags - Real Boston Richey

Oh, uh

Mm-mm

Time for a new environment, new craft

(Ddot cold as a motherfucker, on God)

I'm slidin' Bentley coup, paper tag (Mhm-hm, mhm-hm)

She don't work her ass of, she ain't get no ass (Mhm, mhm)

I'm with a ticker bitch, she got more ass, way more cash

High-class, get her Chanel bag, move too fast

Cracker hit the block, I spinned that, I move too fast

I'm up in the 'Vette, that must be drug abusers

All I hang 'round is drug users (Uh, uh)

Really came up out the slums too

Why you tote that gun? You know you ain't gon' use

Niggas go for anythin', gettin' bamboozled

Don't know where I'd been if I weren't makin' music

But they know where I been, they just go check on Google

Don't matter where I go, they know I'm keepin' a tooly

Don't matter where she go, she know I'ma run into her

Tired of givin' niggas game, niggas treat me like a tutor

Call me Gary V, givin' out too much game

No more outrunnin' my check, that move bring me more pain

Remember me and dawg was spinnin' up in that Mustang

Bust it down, Ps, we sellin' the grams the Pat way

She gon' come home with a sad face

Play with Boston, it's gon' be a bad day (Uh)

One of my goals, dine, like on a runway (Uh)

Thuggin' niggas street like goin' on a blind date

I'm slidin' Bentley coup, paper tag (Mhm-hm, mhm-hm)

She don't work her ass of, she ain't get no ass (Mhm, mhm)

I'm with a ticker bitch, she got more ass, way more cash

High-class, get her Chanel bag, move too fast

Cracker hit the block, I spinned that, I move too fast

I'm up in the 'Vette, that must be drug abusers

All I hang 'round is drug users (Uh, uh)

Oh, here they come, must have the funds

Pushin' through, we havin' plenty guns

Standin' on that business, we ain't havin' fun

'Nother one, in the same coupe, that's another one

Slidin' Bentley coupe, jump in another one

They say the same bitch you see here, that's another one

Fuck with them, we lockin' in with them, then we stuck with them

Fuckin' bitches, I ain't never trustin' them

Its gon be a bad day they piss me off

I'm doin' fifty with bad bitches on the [?] game

Before that bag came, I swear, I was havin' more litter days

I was fuckin' the ho for the free, but now it's like I got to pay (Yeah)

VVs havin' clarity (Yeah), thinkin' to myself, like, "Who the fuck wanna marry me"

I'm out here sellin' [?], wherever that the trappers be

I got a be on beat, I know they out here plottin' on me (Yeah)

Bust down, diamonds havin' clarity (Yeah)

Tell me, why do they wanna [?] the savage in me?

However, you actin' a friend just please do it in the back of me

I'm tired gettin' with friends, don't know how them niggas keep askin' me

Say they got my back, but keep on stabbin' on me

I ain't even askin' 'bout what happenin' to me

And the B be in the back of the beat

Man, the back of the beat (Back of the beat, back of the beat)

I'm slidin' Bentley coup, paper tag (Mhm-hm, mhm-hm)

She don't work her ass of, she ain't get no ass (Mhm, mhm)

I'm with a ticker bitch, she got more ass, way more cash

High-class, get her Chanel bag, move too fast

Cracker hit the block, I spinned that, I move too fast

I'm up in the 'Vette, that must be drug abusers

All I hang 'round is drug users (Uh, uh)

Ew, hold up

Hang around drug users (Uh, uh)

Hang around drug users

Hang around drug users

(Ddot cold as a motherfucker, on God)

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