I had a vision for this life and I made it happen
I turned the pain into profit, that's a good transaction (you don't know who Cartier is?)
I was on my own in the cold, but I found my way
If I told you the whole story, would you believe what I say? (It's cool)
What the f*ck? What the f*ck?
Uh, uh, they don't be answerin' the phone
So when they call me now, I wake up, be like
Uh, uh, uh, uh
I just pulled up in that brand-new Double-R
When they seen it, they be like
Yeah, come on, come on
The youngins just slangin' that iron, they catchin' a new kill
Mama wake up, be like
Ooh-ooh-ooh, uh, uh
Bitches, they takin' advantage no matter what, nigga, I can't be nice
S580 the Benz, I'm comin' through just like I'm D-Nice
Hittin' the block, I'm dolo, clutchin' hard, I'm totin' on three pipes
Jesus-piece-ass nigga, take it back, your ass got cheap ice
If the bitch don't suck the head when I get in the bed, then I can't sleep right
Back and forth on the road, prayin' to God just to get my peace right
Facetime my lil' nigga before he'd go to bed just so he sleep tight
Lil' niggas out the hood, I used to call 'em, look at 'em, they talkin' to me now
Oh, you smellin' yourself now? Look at you, nigga, what the f*ck that be 'bout?
Pretty saditty bitch, I tell a bitch I swear I love the leave out
I got dogs behind this gate, nigga, you see that shit say "keep out"
I got dogs behind the fence, if they had a bond, they'd be out
How you ran it up so fast? I got one, two, three spots
Uh, uh, they don't be answerin' the phone
So when they call me now, I wake up, be like
Uh, uh, uh, uh
I just pulled up in that brand-new Double-R
When they seen it, they be like
Yeah, come on, come on
The youngins just slangin' that iron, they catchin' a new kill
Mama wake up, be like
Ooh-ooh-ooh, uh, uh
Bitches, they takin' advantage no matter what, nigga, I can't be nice
Uh, uh, uh, uh
These days, things changed, whipped up brand-new Mulsanne
Stupid bitch, you thinkin' I'm out here whippin' a Mustang?
Copped the coupe, then bust the brain, get that dope, then go and slang
Get that money, it ain't no thang, can't let them thotties wear my chain
All them nights I stayed humble, steady prayin' through my pain
Young nigga lost his innocence, he out here slangin' 'caine
And I'ma manifest the shit I want, I'm never sayin' I can't
The dope been movin' slow, but that shit money in the bank
I had a vision for this life and I made it happen (keep it goin' no matter what)
I turned the pain into profit
That's a good transaction (whether a hundred deep, two deep, three deep, pop it)
I was on my own in the cold, but I found my way (yeah, Richey Rich, nigga)
If I told you the whole story, would you believe what I say?
Real Boston Richey - Richey Rich Album Lyrics
Real Boston Richey - Richey Rich Lyrics
Writer: Gabe Lucas, Jalen Foster, Zay Cartier
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Base God
Yeah
Uh-huh
Uh-huh
Let's go, lil' nigga
(Thtboistokes go crazy)
Yeah, you dig me, nigga?
That shit go for a money counter or a switchy, nigga, you choose it, nigga
You choose your demise to this shit, nigga
Yeah, nigga
Mmm
Nigga, I'm vicious like a Pitbull
I been posted up in the trap tryna get my wrist full
Slow it down, shawty, bitch, you better not get this bitch pulled
We got pounds in here that's pokin' out like some sheep wool
Killer steppin' just like a horse hoof
I can get that shit on front, voice and face good
I get the work, I'm on go, it ain't play time
Walk up in the trap, all the junkies call me Base God
I been feelin' a private stay, look at the bitch, her face wide
Same place the judges stay, nigga, that's where I stay now
Had to move in a gated community, got tired of them crackers stakin' out
A bad lil' baby eat me up, that's just how I'm wakin' now
All racks on me, they don't believe the money I'm makin' now
I'm like, damn, I ain't know none of this came with the fame
I would've stayed robbin' niggas or stayed off in the dope game
Caught a fed case and lost my cousin just to make my chain swing
She cheated on me, I cheated back, she stuck on playin' the blame game
I'm like damn, big old chopper got some hangtime
Fell out with them niggas I grew up with, shit ain't the same now
She let me f*ck, she say I'm smooth, the second bitch used the same line
They done came out with them fullies, them youngins ain't gotta aim now
Nigga, I'm vicious like a Pitbull
I been posted up in the trap tryna get my wrist full
Slow it down, shawty, bitch, you better not get this bitch pulled
We got pounds in here that's pokin' out like some sheep wool
Killer steppin' just like a horse hoof
I can get that shit on front, voice and face good
I get the work, I'm on go, it ain't play time
Walk up in the trap, all the junkies call me Base God
I been feelin' a private stay, look at the bitch, her face wide
Came up off a fifty brick, I ain't talkin' 'bout no weight, nigga
When I'm done, you'll make the same thing you'll make off two eights, nigga
Exotic weed, I'm talkin' about eleven thousand a play, nigga
Yeah, if you don't understand my trap mouth, your ass late, nigga
Yeah, if niggas sleep on you, up the bank, that shit'll wake niggas
Used to re-up with everything I had to get my weight bigger
You small-minded with it, young nigga, you need to think bigger
Get it up on your dolo, the whole world surrounded with fake niggas
Nigga, I'm vicious like a Pitbull
I been posted up in the trap tryna get my wrist full
Slow it down, shawty, bitch, you better not get this bitch pulled
We got pounds in here that's pokin' out like some sheep wool
Killer steppin' just like a horse hoof
I can get that shit on front, voice and face good
I get the work, I'm on go, it ain't play time
Walk up in the trap, all the junkies call me Base God
I been feelin' a private stay, look at the bitch, her face wide
Uh-huh
Uh-huh
Let's go, lil' nigga
(Thtboistokes go crazy)
Yeah, you dig me, nigga?
That shit go for a money counter or a switchy, nigga, you choose it, nigga
You choose your demise to this shit, nigga
Yeah, nigga
Mmm
Nigga, I'm vicious like a Pitbull
I been posted up in the trap tryna get my wrist full
Slow it down, shawty, bitch, you better not get this bitch pulled
We got pounds in here that's pokin' out like some sheep wool
Killer steppin' just like a horse hoof
I can get that shit on front, voice and face good
I get the work, I'm on go, it ain't play time
Walk up in the trap, all the junkies call me Base God
I been feelin' a private stay, look at the bitch, her face wide
Same place the judges stay, nigga, that's where I stay now
Had to move in a gated community, got tired of them crackers stakin' out
A bad lil' baby eat me up, that's just how I'm wakin' now
All racks on me, they don't believe the money I'm makin' now
I'm like, damn, I ain't know none of this came with the fame
I would've stayed robbin' niggas or stayed off in the dope game
Caught a fed case and lost my cousin just to make my chain swing
She cheated on me, I cheated back, she stuck on playin' the blame game
I'm like damn, big old chopper got some hangtime
Fell out with them niggas I grew up with, shit ain't the same now
She let me f*ck, she say I'm smooth, the second bitch used the same line
They done came out with them fullies, them youngins ain't gotta aim now
Nigga, I'm vicious like a Pitbull
I been posted up in the trap tryna get my wrist full
Slow it down, shawty, bitch, you better not get this bitch pulled
We got pounds in here that's pokin' out like some sheep wool
Killer steppin' just like a horse hoof
I can get that shit on front, voice and face good
I get the work, I'm on go, it ain't play time
Walk up in the trap, all the junkies call me Base God
I been feelin' a private stay, look at the bitch, her face wide
Came up off a fifty brick, I ain't talkin' 'bout no weight, nigga
When I'm done, you'll make the same thing you'll make off two eights, nigga
Exotic weed, I'm talkin' about eleven thousand a play, nigga
Yeah, if you don't understand my trap mouth, your ass late, nigga
Yeah, if niggas sleep on you, up the bank, that shit'll wake niggas
Used to re-up with everything I had to get my weight bigger
You small-minded with it, young nigga, you need to think bigger
Get it up on your dolo, the whole world surrounded with fake niggas
Nigga, I'm vicious like a Pitbull
I been posted up in the trap tryna get my wrist full
Slow it down, shawty, bitch, you better not get this bitch pulled
We got pounds in here that's pokin' out like some sheep wool
Killer steppin' just like a horse hoof
I can get that shit on front, voice and face good
I get the work, I'm on go, it ain't play time
Walk up in the trap, all the junkies call me Base God
I been feelin' a private stay, look at the bitch, her face wide
Writer: Ethan Stevens, Jalen Foster, Thtboistokes
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Took My Time
(K Hendrix cold as a motherf*cker)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Okay, I'm late
But just because I took my time don't mean you 'posed to wait
How the f*ck a nigga ain't worth shit? Tell me, "Pick up the pace"
I see the problem, niggas ain't even watchin' they own plate
I used to think I was shootin' blanks
Real father to my child, this nigga can't say some shit I ain't
When I used to cook my dope, I served gate
You would think I'm cleanin' chicken
I whipped that dope right over the sink, I need the base
How the f*ck I'm lit and I went caught me a case?
Every time they kicked my door and I was outside MIA
Used to cut my dope so good, they used to call me Fish Filet
'Cause we been gettin' them Bubbas in the can for five years, boy, you're late
Used to trap my dope in pissy hallways
Every bitch I meet, I pipe her up, nigga, that shit always
Had to tell lil' baby to chill, you in good hands Allstate
Before I bought my chain off Bubba, nigga, I was servin' all yay
Nigga, I can do this shit all day
Need a bitch that stay down, talkin' some shit, can't get tied of her
Ain't no cuffin' shit, I'm with some fine shit, got her tied up
I'm a victim of every bad bitch I see, I slide up
What you doin' today?
Tryna pick you up, tryna show you some of the finer things
I ain't judgin' you, I know you tired of f*ckin' lames
I'm gettin' older now, I swear to God, I'm tired of games
What the f*ck goin' on? These hoes gettin' choosy
You gettin' too simple with this shit, I swear you gon' lose me
My baby mama moved on like I'm gon' cry about it
These bitches jump dick from dick, want me to slide 'bout it?
Hell nah, these niggas foolish, I'm in some shit tinted coupish
With a Spanish bitch from out of MIA with a big ol' booty
I know the signs of a cheater, so every time, I leave her clueless
You wana f*ck another nigga, baby, I'm Nike, go'n do it
Okay, I'm late
But just because I took my time don't mean you 'posed to wait
How the f*ck a nigga ain't worth shit? Tell me, "Pick up the pace"
I see the problem, niggas ain't even watchin' they own plate
I used to think I was shootin' blanks
Real father to my child, this nigga can't say some shit I ain't
When I used to cook my dope, I served gate
You would think I'm cleanin' chicken
I whipped that dope right over the sink, I need the base
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Okay, I'm late
But just because I took my time don't mean you 'posed to wait
How the f*ck a nigga ain't worth shit? Tell me, "Pick up the pace"
I see the problem, niggas ain't even watchin' they own plate
I used to think I was shootin' blanks
Real father to my child, this nigga can't say some shit I ain't
When I used to cook my dope, I served gate
You would think I'm cleanin' chicken
I whipped that dope right over the sink, I need the base
How the f*ck I'm lit and I went caught me a case?
Every time they kicked my door and I was outside MIA
Used to cut my dope so good, they used to call me Fish Filet
'Cause we been gettin' them Bubbas in the can for five years, boy, you're late
Used to trap my dope in pissy hallways
Every bitch I meet, I pipe her up, nigga, that shit always
Had to tell lil' baby to chill, you in good hands Allstate
Before I bought my chain off Bubba, nigga, I was servin' all yay
Nigga, I can do this shit all day
Need a bitch that stay down, talkin' some shit, can't get tied of her
Ain't no cuffin' shit, I'm with some fine shit, got her tied up
I'm a victim of every bad bitch I see, I slide up
What you doin' today?
Tryna pick you up, tryna show you some of the finer things
I ain't judgin' you, I know you tired of f*ckin' lames
I'm gettin' older now, I swear to God, I'm tired of games
What the f*ck goin' on? These hoes gettin' choosy
You gettin' too simple with this shit, I swear you gon' lose me
My baby mama moved on like I'm gon' cry about it
These bitches jump dick from dick, want me to slide 'bout it?
Hell nah, these niggas foolish, I'm in some shit tinted coupish
With a Spanish bitch from out of MIA with a big ol' booty
I know the signs of a cheater, so every time, I leave her clueless
You wana f*ck another nigga, baby, I'm Nike, go'n do it
Okay, I'm late
But just because I took my time don't mean you 'posed to wait
How the f*ck a nigga ain't worth shit? Tell me, "Pick up the pace"
I see the problem, niggas ain't even watchin' they own plate
I used to think I was shootin' blanks
Real father to my child, this nigga can't say some shit I ain't
When I used to cook my dope, I served gate
You would think I'm cleanin' chicken
I whipped that dope right over the sink, I need the base
Writer: Jalen Foster, K Hendrix, NupeGotti, Prodadammb
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Eye for Eye
Yeah
Richey Rich, nigga (Thtboistokes go crazy)
Go
Go
Go
Go, go, go
Go, go, go
I'm in go mode, I'm in go mode
It been a minute since I felt good, but I'm at peace now
I been stayin' up out the hood, I ain't sellin' weed now
Prayin' up on my knees now, He told me lean out
It took my understanding, f*ck a nigga, all I need is God
Pistol on my side, that bitch there gon' guard my brother life
You say you gon' ride, we gon' see when you pull a homicide
Eye for an eye, you take my eye, I'm takin' another eye
These days, I'm takin' my time, tryna figure the puzzle out
Get the pistol and bring 'em out, then get the whips and pull 'em out, huh
Hit the scene poppin' shit, just showin' out for the broads
Smash the gas, hear that motor up on the Broadway
I got too much cheese, I been stayin' up out my opps' way
I been goin' through hell and back, I feel like Rod Wave
Oh, you say you feel it? Well, my cuz died in my driveway
It don't matter if the sun up, these niggas shoot in broad day
I just came through Porsche coupe like I'm Elway
I'm tryna dial up my hat, niggas tryna kill me
I ride in Cadillacs, I hit your shit, tell 'em bill me
They see what I went through, niggas still say they don't feel me
I damn near was a virgin when I hit the penitentiary
I'm tryna just get it right, why you judgin' up on my history?
Same niggas I fronted, niggas done turned into my enemies
If I ain't had no hundreds, I know bitches wouldn't be feelin' me
I be prayin' to the Lord, tryna stop my dirty tendencies
It been a minute since I felt good, but I'm at peace now
I been stayin' up out the hood, I ain't sellin' weed now
Prayin' up on my knees now, He told me lean out
It took my understanding, f*ck a nigga, all I need is God
Pistol on my side, that bitch there gon' guard my brother life
You say you gon' ride, we gon' see when you pull a homicide
Eye for an eye, you take my eye, I'm takin' another eye
These days, I'm takin' my time, tryna figure the puzzle out
They say I got a hit song when I came back with it
This shit I'm droppin' all gas like I put packs in it
They say I took that "Help Me" and went and put some crack in it
I got a thousands hits, pussy-nigga, and I'm back litty
When you f*ck a bad bitch, you gotta go put your back in it
Don't think I'm lackin' when I pop out, I got the frrt-frrt with me
I don't talk when I'm with hoes, I can't put 'em up in the gang business
You be pillow talkin' to bitches, you done f*cked 'round, turnt to a lame in it
F*ck 'round, get a ticket how I skrrt on niggas and lane switch it
Deuce of molly santan before I f*ck with some lame bitches
Ask that last nigga what that motherf*ckin' fame get you
If I break some bread with you, nigga, I shared that pain with you
It been a minute since I felt good, but I'm at peace now
I been stayin' up out the hood, I ain't sellin' weed now
Prayin' up on my knees now, He told me lean out
It took my understanding, f*ck a nigga, all I need is God
Pistol on my side, that bitch there gon' guard my brother life
You say you gon' ride, we gon' see when you pull a homicide
Eye for an eye, you take my eye, I'm takin' another eye
These days, I'm takin' my time, tryna figure the puzzle out
Richey Rich, nigga (Thtboistokes go crazy)
Go
Go
Go
Go, go, go
Go, go, go
I'm in go mode, I'm in go mode
It been a minute since I felt good, but I'm at peace now
I been stayin' up out the hood, I ain't sellin' weed now
Prayin' up on my knees now, He told me lean out
It took my understanding, f*ck a nigga, all I need is God
Pistol on my side, that bitch there gon' guard my brother life
You say you gon' ride, we gon' see when you pull a homicide
Eye for an eye, you take my eye, I'm takin' another eye
These days, I'm takin' my time, tryna figure the puzzle out
Get the pistol and bring 'em out, then get the whips and pull 'em out, huh
Hit the scene poppin' shit, just showin' out for the broads
Smash the gas, hear that motor up on the Broadway
I got too much cheese, I been stayin' up out my opps' way
I been goin' through hell and back, I feel like Rod Wave
Oh, you say you feel it? Well, my cuz died in my driveway
It don't matter if the sun up, these niggas shoot in broad day
I just came through Porsche coupe like I'm Elway
I'm tryna dial up my hat, niggas tryna kill me
I ride in Cadillacs, I hit your shit, tell 'em bill me
They see what I went through, niggas still say they don't feel me
I damn near was a virgin when I hit the penitentiary
I'm tryna just get it right, why you judgin' up on my history?
Same niggas I fronted, niggas done turned into my enemies
If I ain't had no hundreds, I know bitches wouldn't be feelin' me
I be prayin' to the Lord, tryna stop my dirty tendencies
It been a minute since I felt good, but I'm at peace now
I been stayin' up out the hood, I ain't sellin' weed now
Prayin' up on my knees now, He told me lean out
It took my understanding, f*ck a nigga, all I need is God
Pistol on my side, that bitch there gon' guard my brother life
You say you gon' ride, we gon' see when you pull a homicide
Eye for an eye, you take my eye, I'm takin' another eye
These days, I'm takin' my time, tryna figure the puzzle out
They say I got a hit song when I came back with it
This shit I'm droppin' all gas like I put packs in it
They say I took that "Help Me" and went and put some crack in it
I got a thousands hits, pussy-nigga, and I'm back litty
When you f*ck a bad bitch, you gotta go put your back in it
Don't think I'm lackin' when I pop out, I got the frrt-frrt with me
I don't talk when I'm with hoes, I can't put 'em up in the gang business
You be pillow talkin' to bitches, you done f*cked 'round, turnt to a lame in it
F*ck 'round, get a ticket how I skrrt on niggas and lane switch it
Deuce of molly santan before I f*ck with some lame bitches
Ask that last nigga what that motherf*ckin' fame get you
If I break some bread with you, nigga, I shared that pain with you
It been a minute since I felt good, but I'm at peace now
I been stayin' up out the hood, I ain't sellin' weed now
Prayin' up on my knees now, He told me lean out
It took my understanding, f*ck a nigga, all I need is God
Pistol on my side, that bitch there gon' guard my brother life
You say you gon' ride, we gon' see when you pull a homicide
Eye for an eye, you take my eye, I'm takin' another eye
These days, I'm takin' my time, tryna figure the puzzle out
Writer: Jalen Foster, Thtboistokes
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Belt
(Arctic Beats)
Yeah, nigga, I'm forever the same nigga, nigga
No matter how hard this shit get for me, nigga
I'm still on the same shit every day, nigga (Dxnte, you snapped on this one)
Feel like, yeah, hmm
I get a kick out of all this shit with me, nigga
Mmm, come on, yeah
Yeah, ayy
I feel like f*ck a nigga, I ran this shit all by myself
Yeah, I made a song called, "Help Me," nigga, but I don't need no f*ckin' help
I don't take this shit for granted, my sister floor, where I done slept
Whole city, they vouch for me, I hit the projects and share my wealth
Youngin was super bad growin' up, so many whoopings, mama left some welts
Shit, I'm actin' the way I'm actin' 'cause all this bullshit I done felt
Shit, I'm still mad at my cousin, made that lil' promise you could've kept
I remember this shit like yesterday, nigga them gave my cousin the belt
But it's funny how this shit change, I done gave a nigga the belt
Nigga done f*cked 'round, woke that savage up, came back through with a bigger belt
Plus I got M's on the floor these days, nigga, it ain't shit to get 'em swept
But I learnt one thing myself, nigga, anybody can get the belt
I'm like damn, I miss my buz
I'm out on federal bond, them crackers say I'm trappin' Bubbs
Forever, nigga, I'm a thug, bitch, I can't give no ho no love
We don't play around, nigga, we got guns up in the club
You can front me work, I still won't call that nigga my plug
I put that on my mammy, nigga, I'ma get that bag for cuz
Gotta make it back to my son, you move wrong, we sendin' slugs
I ain't takin' a nigga serious, you only hyped up off them drugs
Whole Florida know I'll whack somethin', nigga, I ain't gotta have no mud
I was a cool nigga, but the streets done left me traumatized
We don't call 'em homicides, nigga, we call 'em mama cries
I been f*cked up in the head ever since my cousin died
I been f*cked up in the head ever since my bitch ain't ride
Niggas that looked up to me, they got some fame, they think they poppin' now
Left me to myself, I don't give no f*ck, nigga, I'm still poppin' out
Every brand-new whip that hit the floor, nigga, I'm gon' cop it now
And just to show you I'm still gettin' money, ain't shit over here stoppin' fire
They say they was ridin' 'til the wheels fall off, but they ain't got no f*ckin' tires
Niggas, they tried to ban me for thinkin' I was gon' lose my f*ckin' mind
I was a real one, niggas did me dirty, they turned me f*ckin' slime
I got them youngins out here slidin'
I'm like damn, I miss my buz
I'm out on federal bond, them crackers say I'm trappin' Bubbs
Forever, nigga, I'm a thug, bitch, I can't give no ho no love
We don't play around, nigga, we got guns up in the club
You can front me work, I still won't call that nigga my plug
I put that on my mammy, nigga, I'ma get that bag for cuz
Gotta make it back to my son, you move wrong, we sendin' slugs
I ain't takin' a nigga serious, you only hyped up off them drugs
Whole Florida know I'll whack somethin', nigga, I ain't gotta have no mud
Yeah, nigga, I'm forever the same nigga, nigga
No matter how hard this shit get for me, nigga
I'm still on the same shit every day, nigga (Dxnte, you snapped on this one)
Feel like, yeah, hmm
I get a kick out of all this shit with me, nigga
Mmm, come on, yeah
Yeah, ayy
I feel like f*ck a nigga, I ran this shit all by myself
Yeah, I made a song called, "Help Me," nigga, but I don't need no f*ckin' help
I don't take this shit for granted, my sister floor, where I done slept
Whole city, they vouch for me, I hit the projects and share my wealth
Youngin was super bad growin' up, so many whoopings, mama left some welts
Shit, I'm actin' the way I'm actin' 'cause all this bullshit I done felt
Shit, I'm still mad at my cousin, made that lil' promise you could've kept
I remember this shit like yesterday, nigga them gave my cousin the belt
But it's funny how this shit change, I done gave a nigga the belt
Nigga done f*cked 'round, woke that savage up, came back through with a bigger belt
Plus I got M's on the floor these days, nigga, it ain't shit to get 'em swept
But I learnt one thing myself, nigga, anybody can get the belt
I'm like damn, I miss my buz
I'm out on federal bond, them crackers say I'm trappin' Bubbs
Forever, nigga, I'm a thug, bitch, I can't give no ho no love
We don't play around, nigga, we got guns up in the club
You can front me work, I still won't call that nigga my plug
I put that on my mammy, nigga, I'ma get that bag for cuz
Gotta make it back to my son, you move wrong, we sendin' slugs
I ain't takin' a nigga serious, you only hyped up off them drugs
Whole Florida know I'll whack somethin', nigga, I ain't gotta have no mud
I was a cool nigga, but the streets done left me traumatized
We don't call 'em homicides, nigga, we call 'em mama cries
I been f*cked up in the head ever since my cousin died
I been f*cked up in the head ever since my bitch ain't ride
Niggas that looked up to me, they got some fame, they think they poppin' now
Left me to myself, I don't give no f*ck, nigga, I'm still poppin' out
Every brand-new whip that hit the floor, nigga, I'm gon' cop it now
And just to show you I'm still gettin' money, ain't shit over here stoppin' fire
They say they was ridin' 'til the wheels fall off, but they ain't got no f*ckin' tires
Niggas, they tried to ban me for thinkin' I was gon' lose my f*ckin' mind
I was a real one, niggas did me dirty, they turned me f*ckin' slime
I got them youngins out here slidin'
I'm like damn, I miss my buz
I'm out on federal bond, them crackers say I'm trappin' Bubbs
Forever, nigga, I'm a thug, bitch, I can't give no ho no love
We don't play around, nigga, we got guns up in the club
You can front me work, I still won't call that nigga my plug
I put that on my mammy, nigga, I'ma get that bag for cuz
Gotta make it back to my son, you move wrong, we sendin' slugs
I ain't takin' a nigga serious, you only hyped up off them drugs
Whole Florida know I'll whack somethin', nigga, I ain't gotta have no mud
Writer: Dxnte, Jalen Foster, ProdArtic
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Story
F*ck, damn
Man, that shit seemed real
I just had a crazy-ass dream, shit crazy, I'ma tell you about it, though
(Keem, you wrong for that one), uh
Let me tell you 'bout this bitch I met, bitch sweet like a peppermint
Body, she on Coke bottle, damn, this bitch here heaven-sent
Found the bitch on IG, DM'd her like, "Who you f*ckin' with?"
She replied, "Nobody," I'm like, "Can we go on us a date and shit?"
She replied like, "Okay, cool," I'm like damn, she with it with it
Now it's time to get my shit cleaned up, ain't have one in a minute
8 p.m. the link-up time, almost time to go get litty
She done sent the addy to her crib, this bitch stay in the city
Now she got me second guessin', over there, that shit get wicked
Should I drive to the bitch or let the lil' bitch come and get me?
I was contemplatin' should I take a risk ridin' with the switchy?
I don't want the bitch get my lo' and I don't wanna have to ride back with it
Crackers snatchin' shit off the stroll, I ain't tryna go get no sentence
F*ck it, I can't die tonight, I gotta ride with one of my glizzys
F*ck it, I go pick her up
Walk outside lookin' like Megan Thee Stallion, this bitch here thick as f*ck
Waist on skinny, petite, real pretty, titties sittin' up
And she got her lips done, lookin' like she want the dick to suck
If she give me that vibe tonight, I swear to God I'ma finish her
But, nah, let me handle up
She ain't never f*cked with no boss nigga, so me, I'ma send her up
She thought we was slidin' barber truck, bae, this a Bentley truck
Tryna flex on all her friends with the phone, but they ain't pickin' up
Made a right on Sunny Isles
Crackers'll take your ass to jail so, bae, I gotta slow it down
Told her to play "I Want You" by Boston Richey, she bust out in smiles
Sure won't buy you Tory Burch, you f*ck me good, might bust you down
Baby, gotta hold it down
Pull up to the restaurant
Smokin' big blunts, told her don't be shy, I see the best in her
Walk with confidence, you got a rich nigga standin' next to you
Can't be stuntin' these bitches, they'll troll you and get the best of you
Now an hour passed by, we done pulled off from the spot we eatin'
She keep textin' on her phone, I see it say, "Where we meetin'?"
Real player, I play it smooth, I don't say what I be peepin'
I think she don't peep the vibe, she done bust out, "Did you see me?"
I say, "What you was talkin' 'bout?" She like, "Boston, what you mean?"
She say, "I mean, my friend tryna come, you who we tryna please"
Is I'm thinkin' way too hard or this shit here really easy?
Hope that paper make her go, hope this bitch don't try to tease me
F*ck it, I'ma take it down, gon' and send your friend the lo'
Perfect timing, I need some rubbers and we passin' by the store
You know how I f*ck around, buy a strong back on the low
Take it back, I'm drinkin' a Red Bull while walkin' out the door
Walk out, who the f*ck this is?
This bitch thicker than the bitch I got in the car, this bitch like twerk at LIV
This bitch look funny as f*ck, this bitch got too many clothes on, what it is?
They say they gon' take me down and turn me up, I'm all ears
I mean, I ain't got four legs, but I'ma show a bitch what a dog is
I'm wreckin' shit, but these bitches don't even know I don't play on a ball field, huh
Okay, we walk up in the room, bitches strippin' off the vert
One rubbin' my back, the other one grabbin' my dick like, "Oh yeah, this shit merch"
She like, "You can f*ck me hard, go in deep, that shit don't hurt"
Before I do that, y'all gotta eat it up, bitch, you know what Boston worth?
Okay, now both done dropped the head
Lookin' up to the sky like I gotta tell my niggas that's in the feds
One of 'em look like the old Trina, one Black as f*ck with curls in her head
Bouncin' on that dick, she screamin', rock your world up in this bed
I ain't gon' lie, I'm goin' out sad, she got me curlin' up under the head
One of 'em wouldn't get all the way undressed
Bitch tryna work her move on me, say, "I suck the dick while I'm fresh"
You would think it's Halloween, this bitch done popped out with a vest
Damn, I think I need some rest, I'm prayin' I stay blessed
Crackers done rushed up in my room, jumpin' up like, "What the f*ck?"
They wavin' guns, shit, I can't really see, I think I'm gettin' stuck
It's so much smoke, lights flashin', shit, I'm thinkin' should I go buck?
I grab my shit just to jump out the window, the crackers say, "I'll wet you up"
What the f*ck is goin' on? How the f*ck this shit went up?
Why the f*ck y'all got me handcuffed? Why y'all goin' through all my stuff?
He like, "Mr. Foster, calm down, we've been watchin' you for ten months"
I'm kinda agitated, but I ain't trippin', I know this nigga smell like he smoke blunts
"I've trapped that flavor for a while, sir, you smell exactly just like Runtz"
Look around the room, only nigga talkin' is one person, the rest ain't sayin' nothin'
He ain't read me my Miranda Rights or search me down or doin' nothin'
He totin' a Hi-Point, I'm thinkin' in my head like, "This shit here a front"
Okay, now I'm finna work my move
They ain't search me down, he don't know in my left pocket, I got a tool
They don't know I'm cool with the pistol, swing that bitch like Tom Cruise
Bitch I snatched up first lookin' at me, givin' me the eye like, "Don't work your move"
Gave her the eye back like, "This shit I'm finna do, them pussies can't even do"
Man, that shit seemed real
I just had a crazy-ass dream, shit crazy, I'ma tell you about it, though
(Keem, you wrong for that one), uh
Let me tell you 'bout this bitch I met, bitch sweet like a peppermint
Body, she on Coke bottle, damn, this bitch here heaven-sent
Found the bitch on IG, DM'd her like, "Who you f*ckin' with?"
She replied, "Nobody," I'm like, "Can we go on us a date and shit?"
She replied like, "Okay, cool," I'm like damn, she with it with it
Now it's time to get my shit cleaned up, ain't have one in a minute
8 p.m. the link-up time, almost time to go get litty
She done sent the addy to her crib, this bitch stay in the city
Now she got me second guessin', over there, that shit get wicked
Should I drive to the bitch or let the lil' bitch come and get me?
I was contemplatin' should I take a risk ridin' with the switchy?
I don't want the bitch get my lo' and I don't wanna have to ride back with it
Crackers snatchin' shit off the stroll, I ain't tryna go get no sentence
F*ck it, I can't die tonight, I gotta ride with one of my glizzys
F*ck it, I go pick her up
Walk outside lookin' like Megan Thee Stallion, this bitch here thick as f*ck
Waist on skinny, petite, real pretty, titties sittin' up
And she got her lips done, lookin' like she want the dick to suck
If she give me that vibe tonight, I swear to God I'ma finish her
But, nah, let me handle up
She ain't never f*cked with no boss nigga, so me, I'ma send her up
She thought we was slidin' barber truck, bae, this a Bentley truck
Tryna flex on all her friends with the phone, but they ain't pickin' up
Made a right on Sunny Isles
Crackers'll take your ass to jail so, bae, I gotta slow it down
Told her to play "I Want You" by Boston Richey, she bust out in smiles
Sure won't buy you Tory Burch, you f*ck me good, might bust you down
Baby, gotta hold it down
Pull up to the restaurant
Smokin' big blunts, told her don't be shy, I see the best in her
Walk with confidence, you got a rich nigga standin' next to you
Can't be stuntin' these bitches, they'll troll you and get the best of you
Now an hour passed by, we done pulled off from the spot we eatin'
She keep textin' on her phone, I see it say, "Where we meetin'?"
Real player, I play it smooth, I don't say what I be peepin'
I think she don't peep the vibe, she done bust out, "Did you see me?"
I say, "What you was talkin' 'bout?" She like, "Boston, what you mean?"
She say, "I mean, my friend tryna come, you who we tryna please"
Is I'm thinkin' way too hard or this shit here really easy?
Hope that paper make her go, hope this bitch don't try to tease me
F*ck it, I'ma take it down, gon' and send your friend the lo'
Perfect timing, I need some rubbers and we passin' by the store
You know how I f*ck around, buy a strong back on the low
Take it back, I'm drinkin' a Red Bull while walkin' out the door
Walk out, who the f*ck this is?
This bitch thicker than the bitch I got in the car, this bitch like twerk at LIV
This bitch look funny as f*ck, this bitch got too many clothes on, what it is?
They say they gon' take me down and turn me up, I'm all ears
I mean, I ain't got four legs, but I'ma show a bitch what a dog is
I'm wreckin' shit, but these bitches don't even know I don't play on a ball field, huh
Okay, we walk up in the room, bitches strippin' off the vert
One rubbin' my back, the other one grabbin' my dick like, "Oh yeah, this shit merch"
She like, "You can f*ck me hard, go in deep, that shit don't hurt"
Before I do that, y'all gotta eat it up, bitch, you know what Boston worth?
Okay, now both done dropped the head
Lookin' up to the sky like I gotta tell my niggas that's in the feds
One of 'em look like the old Trina, one Black as f*ck with curls in her head
Bouncin' on that dick, she screamin', rock your world up in this bed
I ain't gon' lie, I'm goin' out sad, she got me curlin' up under the head
One of 'em wouldn't get all the way undressed
Bitch tryna work her move on me, say, "I suck the dick while I'm fresh"
You would think it's Halloween, this bitch done popped out with a vest
Damn, I think I need some rest, I'm prayin' I stay blessed
Crackers done rushed up in my room, jumpin' up like, "What the f*ck?"
They wavin' guns, shit, I can't really see, I think I'm gettin' stuck
It's so much smoke, lights flashin', shit, I'm thinkin' should I go buck?
I grab my shit just to jump out the window, the crackers say, "I'll wet you up"
What the f*ck is goin' on? How the f*ck this shit went up?
Why the f*ck y'all got me handcuffed? Why y'all goin' through all my stuff?
He like, "Mr. Foster, calm down, we've been watchin' you for ten months"
I'm kinda agitated, but I ain't trippin', I know this nigga smell like he smoke blunts
"I've trapped that flavor for a while, sir, you smell exactly just like Runtz"
Look around the room, only nigga talkin' is one person, the rest ain't sayin' nothin'
He ain't read me my Miranda Rights or search me down or doin' nothin'
He totin' a Hi-Point, I'm thinkin' in my head like, "This shit here a front"
Okay, now I'm finna work my move
They ain't search me down, he don't know in my left pocket, I got a tool
They don't know I'm cool with the pistol, swing that bitch like Tom Cruise
Bitch I snatched up first lookin' at me, givin' me the eye like, "Don't work your move"
Gave her the eye back like, "This shit I'm finna do, them pussies can't even do"
Writer: Jalen Foster, JCabz, Keem Turbo
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Go Richey
Uh, phew
Yeah what, shit like- (D Dot cold as a motherf*cker, on God)
Richey, Richey
Go Richey, go Richey
Do your big one, go Richey
Do your big one
I'm too smooth with this shit, I get in and out
I can teach a nigga how to pay for pussy and rizz a thot
I won't tell you to put that pussy up, unless it's hangin 'out
Don't be mad when I pull my big on you bae, we just hangin' out
I'm like, hold on, you like girls, and I like girls
I'm feelin' you, you way too bad, you might just get a referral
I told you I'm tryin' to blow it on you, girl, I ain't tryin' to twirl
I stick it in you raw, bae, I'ma rock your world
And I'm like, shake it like, shake that ass like what your mama gave you
Niggas stealin' the swag, tryna run with the drill, niggas impersonators
I got me a lil' married bitch in my will, the bitch a fornicator
I'm mad to step whenever I'm in her, dick get hard, I terminate her
Bird fingers, 'cause we gon' f*ck with haters
Hey, hater, bye, hater
Older bitch so freaky, got me f*ckin' her with a vibrator
Chrome Heart put us up in my Maybach truck, that's how I slide, baby
I can't give you a number in five minutes, 'cause, bitch, I'm tired, baby
Jump on top of your main bitch, on top of her doin' the crybaby
I ain't got no main bitch, that's why I love to be outside, baby
I thought you said we weren't goin' cordial
I don't want no pussy tonight, make me pull up and give me aura
Whole city want my head, I'm f*cking the plug's daughter
Nah, for real
Go Richey, do your big one
Go Richey, do your big one
I ain't trippin' on what you do, girl, do your big one
'Cause when I fall off the club, I'm tryin' to hit somethin'
Go Richey, do your big one
Go Richey, do your big one
When I tell a bitch, do a big one, bitch, I'm talkin' big like chalk
Big on big, big timers, I'm havin' a Birdman run
Popped out dripped in YSL, I'm drippin' everything's Saint Laurent
Go ask my old plug, all them niggas will tell you I ain't come up off no front
Go ask my old girl, the bitch will tell you I went and bought her a butt
Snatch a bad IG bitch, go home, f*ck her like a slut
You gon' f*ck on me, I'll f*ck a bitch, nigga, leave him in the dust
Yeah, that nigga might got some money, but he know he can't f*ck with us
I got a low attention span, every week I switch my woman crush
I ain't tryna hear you, you heard what I said
Bitch, hush, go
Go Richey, do your big one
Go Richey, do your big one
I ain't trippin' on what you do, girl, do your big one
'Cause when I fall off in the club, I'm tryin' to hit somethin'
Go Richey, do your big one
Go Richey, do your big one
(D Dot cold as a motherf*cker, on God)
Yeah what, shit like- (D Dot cold as a motherf*cker, on God)
Richey, Richey
Go Richey, go Richey
Do your big one, go Richey
Do your big one
I'm too smooth with this shit, I get in and out
I can teach a nigga how to pay for pussy and rizz a thot
I won't tell you to put that pussy up, unless it's hangin 'out
Don't be mad when I pull my big on you bae, we just hangin' out
I'm like, hold on, you like girls, and I like girls
I'm feelin' you, you way too bad, you might just get a referral
I told you I'm tryin' to blow it on you, girl, I ain't tryin' to twirl
I stick it in you raw, bae, I'ma rock your world
And I'm like, shake it like, shake that ass like what your mama gave you
Niggas stealin' the swag, tryna run with the drill, niggas impersonators
I got me a lil' married bitch in my will, the bitch a fornicator
I'm mad to step whenever I'm in her, dick get hard, I terminate her
Bird fingers, 'cause we gon' f*ck with haters
Hey, hater, bye, hater
Older bitch so freaky, got me f*ckin' her with a vibrator
Chrome Heart put us up in my Maybach truck, that's how I slide, baby
I can't give you a number in five minutes, 'cause, bitch, I'm tired, baby
Jump on top of your main bitch, on top of her doin' the crybaby
I ain't got no main bitch, that's why I love to be outside, baby
I thought you said we weren't goin' cordial
I don't want no pussy tonight, make me pull up and give me aura
Whole city want my head, I'm f*cking the plug's daughter
Nah, for real
Go Richey, do your big one
Go Richey, do your big one
I ain't trippin' on what you do, girl, do your big one
'Cause when I fall off the club, I'm tryin' to hit somethin'
Go Richey, do your big one
Go Richey, do your big one
When I tell a bitch, do a big one, bitch, I'm talkin' big like chalk
Big on big, big timers, I'm havin' a Birdman run
Popped out dripped in YSL, I'm drippin' everything's Saint Laurent
Go ask my old plug, all them niggas will tell you I ain't come up off no front
Go ask my old girl, the bitch will tell you I went and bought her a butt
Snatch a bad IG bitch, go home, f*ck her like a slut
You gon' f*ck on me, I'll f*ck a bitch, nigga, leave him in the dust
Yeah, that nigga might got some money, but he know he can't f*ck with us
I got a low attention span, every week I switch my woman crush
I ain't tryna hear you, you heard what I said
Bitch, hush, go
Go Richey, do your big one
Go Richey, do your big one
I ain't trippin' on what you do, girl, do your big one
'Cause when I fall off in the club, I'm tryin' to hit somethin'
Go Richey, do your big one
Go Richey, do your big one
(D Dot cold as a motherf*cker, on God)
Writer: Delanious Leon Ward Jr., Jalen T. Foster
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Still Gon Go
[ Featuring Lil Yachty ]
Uh, uh-uh
Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
Ain't gotta be up in the city, these Bubbas still gon' go
Ain't gotta go and do no killings, that nigga still gon' go (for sure)
I ain't gotta go and sign no deal, nigga, I'm still gon' blow
You put that trust up in that bitch, nigga, she still gon' go
You movin' mad wocky, you movin' mad cocky
I keep switchin' up all my swag, it make it hard for niggas to copy
I don't like a messy bitch, but when you suck it, bae, do it sloppy
I don't like the messy shit, never put my hands up on your body
Like my bitches to be robotic, buyin' bags, know that's my hobby
What the f*ck the world comin' to? I'm doin' a song with Yachty
What the f*ck the world comin' to? Everybody think they 'bout it
The young niggas don't even want no money, they tryin' to catch a body
Ridin' 'round the city with my curtains closed
I ain't did no shows, still pulled in eight O's
I been pourin' cold fours, now they love the kid
I been thinkin' 'bout revenge and I'll never miss
Huh, fee-fi, keep an F&N for all my foes
Always on my toes, slidin' 'round in Rolls
I ain't talkin' election when I say she ate that pole
I'ma sip the cup while she heat up with the coal
Talk to 'em for a minute, hold on, uh
I'm tired of bein' humble, I'm back on niggas' bumpers
I ran it up bein' a runner, all A's, give me my honors
My bitch want me to be stuck up in her ass just like a romper
But, bae, I'm out here trappin' and I'm rappin', doin' numbers
New day, I'm out here stabbin', I bought my Maybach out the Honda
No way I'm goin' for none of that shit you talkin', I can't stumble
No way I'm goin' for none of these bitches, they can't bring me honor
Now let me pop my shit, matter fact, give me my stick
Niggas tweakin' in this bitch like they done popped off on a jig'
I ain't choose a side, but gotta know I'm dyin' 'bout who I'm with
Doin' music now, but I was the one who was breakin' in your shit
Ain't even, they don't even know this nigga, they still gon' go
Ain't even pull the 'Rari out, the Track' still gon' go
Ain't have to tell my doctor to get it, but I'm still on a four
Writer: Jalen Foster
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Help Me
At this point, it's like I'm beggin'
Shit, if I gotta fight for love, then, shit
It's like I don't even, I don't even want it
(Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe, bah)
Help me
Baby, can you help me?
Baby, can you help me?
Baby, can you help me?
I'm tryna get my life together, leave these hoes alone
Pray to God I can leave the streets, this thuggin' shit gettin' more than old
Baby, please don't leave, but every day, her heart get more than cold
I'm tired of pipin' these bitches up, I'm toppin' shit like provolone
I'm tryna run my digits up, at the same time, watch what them crackers on
Bitch, I call, you ain't pickin' up, what the f*ck these hoes be on?
I just went bought fourteen acres, used to stay up in the mobile homes
Need a bad bitch with low body count to put my focus on
Nigga, he tried to end my career, truth be told, I don't f*ck with holmes
So many bad bitches up in here, which one of them I'm takin' home?
Bitch, I'm ballin' on all these niggas, same court that the Lakers on
I'm more wealthy than all these niggas, baby girl, my paper long
Do you love me? Do you trust me?
Say you got my back, but it's that paper got you wanna f*ck me
Can I keep it real for a second, baby? Would you judge me?
I can't lie, I ain't been the same ever since them niggas stuck me
That shit corrupt me
I'ma get that get-back even if I get life, trust me
'Til then, nigga, I'm kicked back in the cut poppin' up on bubbly
Look your nigga in the eyes and tell him I say he can't f*ck with me
If I take her to my house, stick it in, that lil' bitch stuck with me
Lil' bitch playin' mind games, tryna trick my mindframe
You block me, bitch, I won't call you back, I promise it's just a mind thing
In that Hellcat, hit the gas, you hear that whine, ain't it?
Upped a hundred pack, I'm talkin' way before I got signed, baby
Why I ain't got no hit song yet? 'Cause I guess it ain't my time yet
Promise to stay down with this shit until my eyes go blind, yeah
Told you, bitch, I'm done with all that cheatin', stop that cryin', yeah
Same shit I said the last time, but I ain't done yet
F*ckin' another bitch, I told you I'm out here gettin' mon', yeah
Told you I'm on the way, but I'm still f*ckin', bitch, I ain't cum yet
Bought you another whip, but you just speak on what I ain't done yet
Yeah, I cheated on you, but you were the realest bitch, I love that
Do you love me? Do you trust me?
Say you got my back, but it's that paper got you wanna f*ck me
Can I keep it real for a second, baby? Would you judge me?
I can't lie, I ain't been the same ever since them niggas stuck me
That shit corrupt me
I'ma get that get-back even if I get life, trust me
'Til the end, nigga, I'm kicked back in the cut poppin' up on bubbly
Look your nigga in the eyes and tell him I say he can't f*ck with me
If I take her to my house, stick it in, that lil' bitch stuck with me
Shit, if I gotta fight for love, then, shit
It's like I don't even, I don't even want it
(Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe, bah)
Help me
Baby, can you help me?
Baby, can you help me?
Baby, can you help me?
I'm tryna get my life together, leave these hoes alone
Pray to God I can leave the streets, this thuggin' shit gettin' more than old
Baby, please don't leave, but every day, her heart get more than cold
I'm tired of pipin' these bitches up, I'm toppin' shit like provolone
I'm tryna run my digits up, at the same time, watch what them crackers on
Bitch, I call, you ain't pickin' up, what the f*ck these hoes be on?
I just went bought fourteen acres, used to stay up in the mobile homes
Need a bad bitch with low body count to put my focus on
Nigga, he tried to end my career, truth be told, I don't f*ck with holmes
So many bad bitches up in here, which one of them I'm takin' home?
Bitch, I'm ballin' on all these niggas, same court that the Lakers on
I'm more wealthy than all these niggas, baby girl, my paper long
Do you love me? Do you trust me?
Say you got my back, but it's that paper got you wanna f*ck me
Can I keep it real for a second, baby? Would you judge me?
I can't lie, I ain't been the same ever since them niggas stuck me
That shit corrupt me
I'ma get that get-back even if I get life, trust me
'Til then, nigga, I'm kicked back in the cut poppin' up on bubbly
Look your nigga in the eyes and tell him I say he can't f*ck with me
If I take her to my house, stick it in, that lil' bitch stuck with me
Lil' bitch playin' mind games, tryna trick my mindframe
You block me, bitch, I won't call you back, I promise it's just a mind thing
In that Hellcat, hit the gas, you hear that whine, ain't it?
Upped a hundred pack, I'm talkin' way before I got signed, baby
Why I ain't got no hit song yet? 'Cause I guess it ain't my time yet
Promise to stay down with this shit until my eyes go blind, yeah
Told you, bitch, I'm done with all that cheatin', stop that cryin', yeah
Same shit I said the last time, but I ain't done yet
F*ckin' another bitch, I told you I'm out here gettin' mon', yeah
Told you I'm on the way, but I'm still f*ckin', bitch, I ain't cum yet
Bought you another whip, but you just speak on what I ain't done yet
Yeah, I cheated on you, but you were the realest bitch, I love that
Do you love me? Do you trust me?
Say you got my back, but it's that paper got you wanna f*ck me
Can I keep it real for a second, baby? Would you judge me?
I can't lie, I ain't been the same ever since them niggas stuck me
That shit corrupt me
I'ma get that get-back even if I get life, trust me
'Til the end, nigga, I'm kicked back in the cut poppin' up on bubbly
Look your nigga in the eyes and tell him I say he can't f*ck with me
If I take her to my house, stick it in, that lil' bitch stuck with me
Writer: Jalen T. Foster, Paul Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Marathon
Hey, what's up? Where we eatin'?
Benihana, Ruth Chris, steak, lobster?
Shit, I was thinkin' Wendy's (uh)
You need to boss your life up and turn on that new Boston
At least he know how to treat a bitch (known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe)
Hell naw, f*ck that trick-ass nigga (yeah)
You just a hatin'-ass nigga, broke, dusty, musty, crusty (uh, come on)
You just hatin' 'cause you don't serve more bags than him (I'm like, uh)
Bae, you too bad for you not to have no bag, hold on
Your nigga up? Why he ain't spend no cash? Uh
She pullin' up, walk out with shopping bags, yeah
Bae, I'm the realest nigga you never had
Ain't shit to spend no cash
Braggin' on that nigga, tell me what the f*ck he spent
I can go get ten bad bitches that'll tell you that I done spent
Niggas fake trickin', Richey Rich the real biggest trick
If I like a bitch, I ain't wastin' time, I go and bust her wrist
All the bad bitches want me
When you got that paper, it'll turn a bitch holy
You and your friends bad, buy you a Rollie, Rollie, Rollie
Why you braggin' on that nigga? Bae, that pussy-nigga owe me
Take my time with a bad bitch, I gotta f*ck her slowly
When I bust you down put a hashtag and say, "He froze me"
This trickin' shit go OD
Bae, you finer than a bitch, you nothin' like my last bitch
Catch a bad bitch and spend it on her, that shit a habit
We ain't runnin' out of paper, stupid bitch, we mad rich
Braggin' 'cause he got your hair done, we can tell who ain't had shit
I'm too turnt to get her hair done
Type of nigga to give her 20K to buy a hair salon
Talkin' that rich shit, ain't bought shit, then he ain't havin' nothin'
Tell that nigga to buy you a Goyard bag if he havin' somethin'
Take a nigga bitch, runnin' laps with her like a marathon
Richey Rich a real bad-bitch snatcher
She poppin' shit on IG, that's the bitch I'm runnin' after
All these bitches want these racks, ain't a bitch that I can't capture
All these niggas ridin' waves, all these pussy-niggas cappers, uh
Bad bitch, you want a Rollie or a chain?
I f*cked the bitch good, I made the bitch throw up the gang
I'm really havin' M's, go tell your nigga stay in his lane
Bae, you finer than a bitch, you nothin' like my last bitch
Catch a bad bitch and spend it on her, that shit a habit
We ain't runnin' out of paper, stupid bitch, we mad rich
Braggin' 'cause he got your hair done, we can tell who ain't had shit
I'm too turnt to get her hair done
Type of nigga to give her 20K to buy a hair salon
Talkin' that rich shit, ain't bought shit, then he ain't havin' nothin'
Tell that nigga to buy you a Goyard bag if he havin' somethin'
Take a nigga bitch, runnin' laps with her like a marathon
Benihana, Ruth Chris, steak, lobster?
Shit, I was thinkin' Wendy's (uh)
You need to boss your life up and turn on that new Boston
At least he know how to treat a bitch (known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe)
Hell naw, f*ck that trick-ass nigga (yeah)
You just a hatin'-ass nigga, broke, dusty, musty, crusty (uh, come on)
You just hatin' 'cause you don't serve more bags than him (I'm like, uh)
Bae, you too bad for you not to have no bag, hold on
Your nigga up? Why he ain't spend no cash? Uh
She pullin' up, walk out with shopping bags, yeah
Bae, I'm the realest nigga you never had
Ain't shit to spend no cash
Braggin' on that nigga, tell me what the f*ck he spent
I can go get ten bad bitches that'll tell you that I done spent
Niggas fake trickin', Richey Rich the real biggest trick
If I like a bitch, I ain't wastin' time, I go and bust her wrist
All the bad bitches want me
When you got that paper, it'll turn a bitch holy
You and your friends bad, buy you a Rollie, Rollie, Rollie
Why you braggin' on that nigga? Bae, that pussy-nigga owe me
Take my time with a bad bitch, I gotta f*ck her slowly
When I bust you down put a hashtag and say, "He froze me"
This trickin' shit go OD
Bae, you finer than a bitch, you nothin' like my last bitch
Catch a bad bitch and spend it on her, that shit a habit
We ain't runnin' out of paper, stupid bitch, we mad rich
Braggin' 'cause he got your hair done, we can tell who ain't had shit
I'm too turnt to get her hair done
Type of nigga to give her 20K to buy a hair salon
Talkin' that rich shit, ain't bought shit, then he ain't havin' nothin'
Tell that nigga to buy you a Goyard bag if he havin' somethin'
Take a nigga bitch, runnin' laps with her like a marathon
Richey Rich a real bad-bitch snatcher
She poppin' shit on IG, that's the bitch I'm runnin' after
All these bitches want these racks, ain't a bitch that I can't capture
All these niggas ridin' waves, all these pussy-niggas cappers, uh
Bad bitch, you want a Rollie or a chain?
I f*cked the bitch good, I made the bitch throw up the gang
I'm really havin' M's, go tell your nigga stay in his lane
Bae, you finer than a bitch, you nothin' like my last bitch
Catch a bad bitch and spend it on her, that shit a habit
We ain't runnin' out of paper, stupid bitch, we mad rich
Braggin' 'cause he got your hair done, we can tell who ain't had shit
I'm too turnt to get her hair done
Type of nigga to give her 20K to buy a hair salon
Talkin' that rich shit, ain't bought shit, then he ain't havin' nothin'
Tell that nigga to buy you a Goyard bag if he havin' somethin'
Take a nigga bitch, runnin' laps with her like a marathon
Writer: Jalen T. Foster, Paul Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Kick Flavor
Huh
(DDot cold as a motherf*cker, on God) yeah
Huh
Yeah, bitch, huh, uh, uh
Yeah
Yeah, hold on
Come on, bring it in
Alright, right there, turn it up
Yeah, hold on, get like this
Brrt, ooh
Kick flavor, I'm the shit, ain't I?
Used to post up on the block with a big banger
Pissy jit, I done growed up, now I'm the shit, ain't I?
Bought the bitch a car and bought her bags, but can't shit change her
Finally done ran it up, now I'm tryna get a crib in Coral Gables
Super piped up, get stupid, I'll bring a table, set the table
I seen a nigga slimin' a nigga he grew up with just for the paper
Me and my brother, we locked forever, this shit ain't Cain and Abel, uh
I done seen a nigga I love call the tip line
My dog cuffed a ho, but when it came to my bitch, we flipped mine
Seen a nigga do a drill, then pulled up and tried to switch irons
Me and you, we ain't the same, my opps, I done killed mines
So what you think I'ma do 'bout my baby, you abort mines?
Leave the club drunk, come home, eat it like a pork rind
They see this whip I'm ridin' in, they can't afford mine
I only'll claim a bad bitch, none of these whores mines
Mmm, shit I think I want the Virgil handbag
I'm on niggas' tops, same place where the bitch lace at
All them niggas that slept on me, pussy-nigga, this the payback
Poppin' too much shit in the city, same place I caught my case at
Different nigga, I still catch plays where I f*ckin' lay at
The feds listenin', I take that back, they say I shouldn't even say that
I hit the hood, I ask them young niggas what the f*ck is payback?
I'm in MIA with a Coke-bottle-shape bitch, like where your waist at?
A different type of nigga
Real rich nigga and I'm playin' with different type of figures
A different type of head 'cause I'm totin' a different type of pistol
Hold on, ain't no rap nigga, I go by a different type of system, uh
Deray don't answer, I call my mama phone like, "Mom, where Ray at?"
Nigga ain't swingin' the strap the right way, nigga, I pull up and take that
I told that bitch I was on the edge, not talkin' where my tape at
Caught me down, my bitch cheated on me, I took her straight back
Came through, sprayed the ghost gun, tell them crackers to trace that
I been a big blood, you could pull up, ask K Stacks
Baby girl, your pussy good, why would you waste that?
Waste that pussy on a broke nigga, it's hard to face that
Kick flavor, I'm the shit, ain't I?
Used to post up on the block with a big banger
Pissy jit, I done growed up, now I'm the shit, ain't I?
Bought the bitch a car and bought her bags, but can't shit change her
Finally done ran it up, now I'm tryna get a crib in Coral Gables
Super piped up, get stupid, I'll bring a table, set the table
I seen a nigga slimin' a nigga he grew up with just for the paper
Me and my brother, we locked forever, this shit ain't Cain and Abel
(DDot cold as a motherf*cker, on God)
(DDot cold as a motherf*cker, on God) yeah
Huh
Yeah, bitch, huh, uh, uh
Yeah
Yeah, hold on
Come on, bring it in
Alright, right there, turn it up
Yeah, hold on, get like this
Brrt, ooh
Kick flavor, I'm the shit, ain't I?
Used to post up on the block with a big banger
Pissy jit, I done growed up, now I'm the shit, ain't I?
Bought the bitch a car and bought her bags, but can't shit change her
Finally done ran it up, now I'm tryna get a crib in Coral Gables
Super piped up, get stupid, I'll bring a table, set the table
I seen a nigga slimin' a nigga he grew up with just for the paper
Me and my brother, we locked forever, this shit ain't Cain and Abel, uh
I done seen a nigga I love call the tip line
My dog cuffed a ho, but when it came to my bitch, we flipped mine
Seen a nigga do a drill, then pulled up and tried to switch irons
Me and you, we ain't the same, my opps, I done killed mines
So what you think I'ma do 'bout my baby, you abort mines?
Leave the club drunk, come home, eat it like a pork rind
They see this whip I'm ridin' in, they can't afford mine
I only'll claim a bad bitch, none of these whores mines
Mmm, shit I think I want the Virgil handbag
I'm on niggas' tops, same place where the bitch lace at
All them niggas that slept on me, pussy-nigga, this the payback
Poppin' too much shit in the city, same place I caught my case at
Different nigga, I still catch plays where I f*ckin' lay at
The feds listenin', I take that back, they say I shouldn't even say that
I hit the hood, I ask them young niggas what the f*ck is payback?
I'm in MIA with a Coke-bottle-shape bitch, like where your waist at?
A different type of nigga
Real rich nigga and I'm playin' with different type of figures
A different type of head 'cause I'm totin' a different type of pistol
Hold on, ain't no rap nigga, I go by a different type of system, uh
Deray don't answer, I call my mama phone like, "Mom, where Ray at?"
Nigga ain't swingin' the strap the right way, nigga, I pull up and take that
I told that bitch I was on the edge, not talkin' where my tape at
Caught me down, my bitch cheated on me, I took her straight back
Came through, sprayed the ghost gun, tell them crackers to trace that
I been a big blood, you could pull up, ask K Stacks
Baby girl, your pussy good, why would you waste that?
Waste that pussy on a broke nigga, it's hard to face that
Kick flavor, I'm the shit, ain't I?
Used to post up on the block with a big banger
Pissy jit, I done growed up, now I'm the shit, ain't I?
Bought the bitch a car and bought her bags, but can't shit change her
Finally done ran it up, now I'm tryna get a crib in Coral Gables
Super piped up, get stupid, I'll bring a table, set the table
I seen a nigga slimin' a nigga he grew up with just for the paper
Me and my brother, we locked forever, this shit ain't Cain and Abel
(DDot cold as a motherf*cker, on God)
Writer: Delanious Leon Ward Jr., Jalen T. Foster
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Bring Dat P
Damn, bae, I'm leavin' a voice message again, it's like eleven o'clock, man, damn
Man, I'm tired of fiendin', like, man, what the f*ck? I don't wanna beef no more, man
Bring it to me, please (Thtboistokes go crazy)
Slow it down 'cause I feel like we rushin'
I take that back 'cause, girl, I'm tired of fussin'
I'm tired of doin' you bad, treatin' you like this shit nothin'
I'm tryna show you love and manners through all this lustin'
How the f*ck them crackers pick my brother up for a button?
All these niggas 'round, somebody gotta tell us somethin'
I take that back 'cause that shit there ain't even up for discussion
I'm puttin' my pain aside, let's talk about you, bae, I'm crushin'
I promise you let me eat it, you gon' bust just like a Gusher
Have you spittin', brrt-brrt, like this K, it come from Russia
Promise to hold you tight when I'm in it, bae, I love you
Tuh, you won't let me get it, you let my Earth burn like it's Usher
Mmm, I'm like bring me that pussy
Why you actin' hard? Bring me that pussy
What the f*ck you on? Need to bring me that pussy
I'm tired of playin', bring me that pussy
When I leave my job, you gotta bring me that pussy
When I leave the trap, gotta bring me that pussy
You say you done arguin', okay, bring me that pussy
When you leave with your friends, bring that pussy
Bae, I love hard, I'm an Aquarius
Your pussy good, two days in, baby, I'm ready to marry it
They play with you, they gon' be releasin' doves and pushin' carriages
You know I'm full of love, girl, my mama a Sagitarius
Won't take you for advantage, you love me, I'ma cherish it
You could trust me, I take your secrets, then I bury it
Don't tell your friends what we goin' through 'cause they ain't goin' through it
You wanna f*ck a nigga to get back, then, girl, go'n do it
But I told I apologize for all that lyin' and wrongdoin'
'Cause it ain't right, you always judge me for what the bros doin'
Niggas that used to be in my sister business until I got my room
'Cause you don't why they really fightin' and what they be at home doin'
Girl, you know my flaws inside, but to the streets, it ain't known to 'em
So why every time we beef, you hit up Twitter and put 'em on to 'em?
When I slide, you think I cheat, you know I'm in the streets, you know my phone boomin'
Don't act like rap niggas on top of me 'cause I'm my own shooter
Mm, I'm like bring me that pussy
Why you actin' hard? Bring me that pussy
What the f*ck you on? Need to bring me that pussy
I'm tired of playin', bring me that pussy
When I leave my job, you gotta bring me that pussy
When I leave the trap, gotta bring me that pussy
You say you done arguin', okay, bring me that pussy
When you leave with your friends, bring that pussy
Man, I'm tired of fiendin', like, man, what the f*ck? I don't wanna beef no more, man
Bring it to me, please (Thtboistokes go crazy)
Slow it down 'cause I feel like we rushin'
I take that back 'cause, girl, I'm tired of fussin'
I'm tired of doin' you bad, treatin' you like this shit nothin'
I'm tryna show you love and manners through all this lustin'
How the f*ck them crackers pick my brother up for a button?
All these niggas 'round, somebody gotta tell us somethin'
I take that back 'cause that shit there ain't even up for discussion
I'm puttin' my pain aside, let's talk about you, bae, I'm crushin'
I promise you let me eat it, you gon' bust just like a Gusher
Have you spittin', brrt-brrt, like this K, it come from Russia
Promise to hold you tight when I'm in it, bae, I love you
Tuh, you won't let me get it, you let my Earth burn like it's Usher
Mmm, I'm like bring me that pussy
Why you actin' hard? Bring me that pussy
What the f*ck you on? Need to bring me that pussy
I'm tired of playin', bring me that pussy
When I leave my job, you gotta bring me that pussy
When I leave the trap, gotta bring me that pussy
You say you done arguin', okay, bring me that pussy
When you leave with your friends, bring that pussy
Bae, I love hard, I'm an Aquarius
Your pussy good, two days in, baby, I'm ready to marry it
They play with you, they gon' be releasin' doves and pushin' carriages
You know I'm full of love, girl, my mama a Sagitarius
Won't take you for advantage, you love me, I'ma cherish it
You could trust me, I take your secrets, then I bury it
Don't tell your friends what we goin' through 'cause they ain't goin' through it
You wanna f*ck a nigga to get back, then, girl, go'n do it
But I told I apologize for all that lyin' and wrongdoin'
'Cause it ain't right, you always judge me for what the bros doin'
Niggas that used to be in my sister business until I got my room
'Cause you don't why they really fightin' and what they be at home doin'
Girl, you know my flaws inside, but to the streets, it ain't known to 'em
So why every time we beef, you hit up Twitter and put 'em on to 'em?
When I slide, you think I cheat, you know I'm in the streets, you know my phone boomin'
Don't act like rap niggas on top of me 'cause I'm my own shooter
Mm, I'm like bring me that pussy
Why you actin' hard? Bring me that pussy
What the f*ck you on? Need to bring me that pussy
I'm tired of playin', bring me that pussy
When I leave my job, you gotta bring me that pussy
When I leave the trap, gotta bring me that pussy
You say you done arguin', okay, bring me that pussy
When you leave with your friends, bring that pussy
Writer: Jalen Foster, Sxnsei Seven, Thtboistokes
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Carti
(Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe)
I'm like damn, baby girl, you thicker than a Snicker
Matter fact, I feel like you too thick for your nigga
You don't think I can handle that? Pull up, let me dick you
Oh, don't disrespect your nigga? Bitch, you still don't get the picture?
I told you I'm a dripper slash trapper slash rap nigga
Project bitch a real eater, I saved her number as "lap ripper"
Usain Bolt when I run it up, I done overlapped niggas
I'ma leave your ass on read, I see you like cap niggas
You can f*ck Vert, Glizzy, Dank, I probably'll still hit you
F*ck 'round, jump in the DM, they say she eat it up like a dill pickle
Cool with poppin' a strong back or a rhino, I ain't poppin' no pills
I got bitches all on my line, lil' bitch, I ain't even got to deal with you (uh, yeah, come on)
Snatch a bad bitch, we gon' go and get our nails done
I be havin' way more plays than the ladies doin' the mail run
That nigga you with, he ain't no hustler, nigga ain't even sell nothin'
She ain't treat me right, I'm gettin' out on her just like a bail bond
Mama used to whoop my ass 'cause my head hard
Seen a nigga try to be like Lil Richey and caught a cell charge
Over here we trappin' frrt, nigga, and we sell hard
Boston Stanley, I'll whoop a nigga ass 'bout bein' in my damn yard
I'm just tryna tell you, baby, I'm really life of the party
Turn up like the white boys, shit, I'm livin' my life gnarly
She said she gon' ride for me, bitch, where's your Harley?
You ever go out sad? Oops, baby, that's hardly
I just shitted on your nigga, baby, I'm so sorry
Come through in a Ferrari, havin' my way like Playboi Carti, ayy
I'm too f*ckin' rich to go and buy a f*ckin' Carti'
Cross 'em, Ja Morant, these niggas can't guard me
Bitch, shake your ass like your life dependent, hold on, hold on
Bitch, shake your ass like your life dependent on it (uh)
Your nigga, he ain't richer than me, I put my pendant on it (come on)
Every time I f*ck a bitch, I put my pendant on her (ayy)
She know I'ma blow it while a bitch dependent on me (ayy)
We don't f*ck with dog, that's why we be spinnin' homie (uh)
I'm too f*ckin' piped to pull up in a hemi, homie (hold on)
Every time I pop out, bitch, I got the switchy on me
I'm just tryna tell you, baby, I'm really life of the party
Turn up like the white boys, shit, I'm livin' my life gnarly
She said she gon' ride for me, bitch, where's your Harley?
You ever go out sad? Oops, baby, that's hardly
I just shitted on your nigga, baby, I'm so sorry
Come through in a Ferrari, havin' my way like Playboi Carti, ayy
I'm too f*ckin' rich to go and buy a f*ckin' Carti'
Cross 'em, Ja Morant, these niggas can't guard me
I'm like damn, baby girl, you thicker than a Snicker
Matter fact, I feel like you too thick for your nigga
You don't think I can handle that? Pull up, let me dick you
Oh, don't disrespect your nigga? Bitch, you still don't get the picture?
I told you I'm a dripper slash trapper slash rap nigga
Project bitch a real eater, I saved her number as "lap ripper"
Usain Bolt when I run it up, I done overlapped niggas
I'ma leave your ass on read, I see you like cap niggas
You can f*ck Vert, Glizzy, Dank, I probably'll still hit you
F*ck 'round, jump in the DM, they say she eat it up like a dill pickle
Cool with poppin' a strong back or a rhino, I ain't poppin' no pills
I got bitches all on my line, lil' bitch, I ain't even got to deal with you (uh, yeah, come on)
Snatch a bad bitch, we gon' go and get our nails done
I be havin' way more plays than the ladies doin' the mail run
That nigga you with, he ain't no hustler, nigga ain't even sell nothin'
She ain't treat me right, I'm gettin' out on her just like a bail bond
Mama used to whoop my ass 'cause my head hard
Seen a nigga try to be like Lil Richey and caught a cell charge
Over here we trappin' frrt, nigga, and we sell hard
Boston Stanley, I'll whoop a nigga ass 'bout bein' in my damn yard
I'm just tryna tell you, baby, I'm really life of the party
Turn up like the white boys, shit, I'm livin' my life gnarly
She said she gon' ride for me, bitch, where's your Harley?
You ever go out sad? Oops, baby, that's hardly
I just shitted on your nigga, baby, I'm so sorry
Come through in a Ferrari, havin' my way like Playboi Carti, ayy
I'm too f*ckin' rich to go and buy a f*ckin' Carti'
Cross 'em, Ja Morant, these niggas can't guard me
Bitch, shake your ass like your life dependent, hold on, hold on
Bitch, shake your ass like your life dependent on it (uh)
Your nigga, he ain't richer than me, I put my pendant on it (come on)
Every time I f*ck a bitch, I put my pendant on her (ayy)
She know I'ma blow it while a bitch dependent on me (ayy)
We don't f*ck with dog, that's why we be spinnin' homie (uh)
I'm too f*ckin' piped to pull up in a hemi, homie (hold on)
Every time I pop out, bitch, I got the switchy on me
I'm just tryna tell you, baby, I'm really life of the party
Turn up like the white boys, shit, I'm livin' my life gnarly
She said she gon' ride for me, bitch, where's your Harley?
You ever go out sad? Oops, baby, that's hardly
I just shitted on your nigga, baby, I'm so sorry
Come through in a Ferrari, havin' my way like Playboi Carti, ayy
I'm too f*ckin' rich to go and buy a f*ckin' Carti'
Cross 'em, Ja Morant, these niggas can't guard me
Writer: Jalen Foster, Paul Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Please
Tip-toein' through adversity, I know niggas heard of me
And what I been goin' through, I'm lettin' you know it ain't no hurtin' me
Known for spendin' plenty money on women, it ain't no curvin' me
I been trappin' hard since I was a youngin, it ain't no servin' me (Thtboistokes go crazy)
Uh, these crackers mergin' me
I always stack up a ten like I get the most on the first and third to me
They can't f*ck with me, you talkin' money, then they referred to me
You f*ck with somebody I love, I pull a second and a third degree
Mm, mm, mm
Somebody call God, come save me, it's an emergency
Mm, mm, mm
Somebody call the Lord, tell Him come 'cause this shit urgency
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Please, please, please, please, it's an emergency
Uh, damn, uh
Please, please, please, Lord, this is hurtin' me
I need you to save me, urgency
Uh, uh
Every time I wake up, the world is hurtin' me
All these niggas change up
Life been goin' fast since I got famous
I'm thinkin' 'bout goin' back to the block to get my change up
I'm goin' through it, but I done came this far, can't give my fame up
I love hard, and if I love you, girl, don't change up
Them things up, when I post a picture of us, them bitches flame up
Me and my brother done caught a fed case just to hold our chain up
F*ck a nigga, you go against this shit, your ass get banged up
I been movin' real careful since I done had a son
I been grindin' since he was born, tryna have my son upper echelon
I know a couple bitches tried to diss me 'cause I ain't give 'em nothin'
I cut them bitches off, tryna play my head just like a hair salon, I'm done with it
How I'ma have some love, can't even have fun with it?
Before you approach me like a regular, know I got my gun with me
I wouldn't even spin the block if I got my son with me
I gotta protect the brand, when I'm gone, he gon' run with it
I been in the game so long, I went numb in it
Every time the feds rush the home, they throw bombs in it
If you ain't my baby girl, I won't stick my tongue in it
Got all the cribs full of powder up in the air, can't put no arms in it
Mm, mm, mm
Somebody call God, come save me, it's an emergency
Mm, mm, mm
Somebody call the Lord, tell Him come 'cause this shit urgency
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Please, please, please, please, it's an emergency
Uh, damn, uh
Please, please, please, Lord, this is hurtin' me
I need you to save me, urgency
Uh, uh
Every time I wake up, the world is hurtin' me
And what I been goin' through, I'm lettin' you know it ain't no hurtin' me
Known for spendin' plenty money on women, it ain't no curvin' me
I been trappin' hard since I was a youngin, it ain't no servin' me (Thtboistokes go crazy)
Uh, these crackers mergin' me
I always stack up a ten like I get the most on the first and third to me
They can't f*ck with me, you talkin' money, then they referred to me
You f*ck with somebody I love, I pull a second and a third degree
Mm, mm, mm
Somebody call God, come save me, it's an emergency
Mm, mm, mm
Somebody call the Lord, tell Him come 'cause this shit urgency
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Please, please, please, please, it's an emergency
Uh, damn, uh
Please, please, please, Lord, this is hurtin' me
I need you to save me, urgency
Uh, uh
Every time I wake up, the world is hurtin' me
All these niggas change up
Life been goin' fast since I got famous
I'm thinkin' 'bout goin' back to the block to get my change up
I'm goin' through it, but I done came this far, can't give my fame up
I love hard, and if I love you, girl, don't change up
Them things up, when I post a picture of us, them bitches flame up
Me and my brother done caught a fed case just to hold our chain up
F*ck a nigga, you go against this shit, your ass get banged up
I been movin' real careful since I done had a son
I been grindin' since he was born, tryna have my son upper echelon
I know a couple bitches tried to diss me 'cause I ain't give 'em nothin'
I cut them bitches off, tryna play my head just like a hair salon, I'm done with it
How I'ma have some love, can't even have fun with it?
Before you approach me like a regular, know I got my gun with me
I wouldn't even spin the block if I got my son with me
I gotta protect the brand, when I'm gone, he gon' run with it
I been in the game so long, I went numb in it
Every time the feds rush the home, they throw bombs in it
If you ain't my baby girl, I won't stick my tongue in it
Got all the cribs full of powder up in the air, can't put no arms in it
Mm, mm, mm
Somebody call God, come save me, it's an emergency
Mm, mm, mm
Somebody call the Lord, tell Him come 'cause this shit urgency
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Please, please, please, please, it's an emergency
Uh, damn, uh
Please, please, please, Lord, this is hurtin' me
I need you to save me, urgency
Uh, uh
Every time I wake up, the world is hurtin' me
Writer: Jalen Foster, Thtboistokes
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
No Peace
I'ma just-, huh (ayo, V1z, you f*ckin' crazy)
Hold on
The f*ck? What up? With who? Who? For real?
Alright, say no more
Hey, hey, they just say a rap nigga dissed me
Before that, he wanted a feature, pussy nigga, ain't shit free
I ball on niggas, I'm too elite, I can't go OT
I was on some tricky shit, they done f*cked 'round and brought out the old me
Nigga, I don't never be speakin' on shit, but ain't nan' one of these niggas ho me
Nigga, I wave red flags, I don't wave no white flags, I don't want no peace
Heard I got him whacked when he joced me, still called him broski
What the f*ck you think I'ma do to a nigga that don't even know me?
Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo, you pussies did it
Nigga, I'm simply made for bad bitches, why these niggas be on my dick?
F*ck 'round, pop me a nigga, no Diddy, nigga, I'm the f*ckin' kid that did
We them f*ckin' young niggas, don't send shit up without no switches
You a pussy-ass lyin' bitch, see me slidin' in a two-tone, nigga, that's my shit
Retarded-ass lil' nigga, you don't even look like you f*ckin' on fine shit
I'll probably give her a fifteen-ball just to f*ck on a dime bitch
For bodies, I'ma give out twenty-five hundred, them youngins'll go try to slime shit
Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo, why the f*ck y'all get me started?
Nigga, my whole f*ckin' hood know I'm heartless
Nigga, they tryna sell out on me, make me tarnished
Hey, get low, them youngins I'm with, them youngins shoot up parties, woo
I got M's like I'm Meek Milly
And I f*ck with Meek, but a nigga that diss me can't even make it out the city
I'm a real big Blood, go and ask, I'm a main Billy
I ain't never whacked a nigga? What the f*ck you on, nigga, is you silly?
Hey, hey, they just say a rap nigga dissed me
Before that, he wanted a feature, pussy nigga, ain't shit free
I ball on niggas, I'm too elite, I can't go OT
I was on some tricky shit, they done f*cked 'round and brought out the old me
Nigga, I don't never be speakin' on shit, but ain't nan' one of these niggas ho me
Nigga, I wave red flags, I don't wave no white flags, I don't want no peace
Heard I got him whacked when he joced me, still called him broski
What the f*ck you think I'ma do to a nigga that don't even know me?
Juries-talkin'-ass nigga, Spanish-walkin'-ass nigga
A nigga act like my ex-bitch, pull them panties out your ass, nigga
Come to the Yams tryna vacay, f*ck 'round, send them gravediggers
I don't even stunt you broke-ass, whack-ass niggas, I'm out here paid with it
Niggas talkin' 'bout catchin' me slippin', who? Nigga, I'm stayin' with it
I be talkin' 'bout all them M's 'cause, bitch, I'm G and stayin' litty
Pop out by myself
Whole world done see me go through what I went through, nigga, I ain't need no help
Treat a skinny-ass nigga like I'm daddy, nigga, go get my belt
Ayy, nigga, I ain't gon' lie, nigga
I ain't take this shit, none of this shit personal, nigga
Ayy, nigga, I stayed quiet when you niggas dissed me, nigga
I just been buildin' this shit up, nigga, f*ck a nigga
Nigga, I'm out here with it, nigga
You dig?
Kickin' shit just like jiu-jitsu
Got your chain snatched two times, f*ck that drill rapper too
I got country killers, these cornbread-eatin'-ass niggas, they whackin' too
These niggas I hang with still on Facebook, they don't got no IG moves
And these niggas ain't even go to school
Yes, these niggas, they know to shoot
Rowdy Rebel, Rowdy who?
I don't even know who the f*ck is fool
Nigga, all these pussy-ass niggas food
All these rap niggas pickin' sides
My whole city pull homicides
Boston Richey too bonafide
When I hit my city, bitch, I'm outside
These niggas can't even go outside
Last nigga played, you know he died
I don't even do this rappin' shit
I'm ready to let that window down
Talk like that 'cause I'm a real f*ckin' Florida nigga
I got Goyard bags by the ten, real bag hoarder, nigga
Check these diamonds up in my mouth cost way more than a quarter, nigga
And I know a nigga gon' get punched in it, when I'm out, record a nigga
How many hats you bought? Nigga, I ain't trippin', I can afford a nigga
F*ck a rap nigga, get your chain took when you in Florida, nigga
On God, think twice before you niggas diss Boston
Real shit popper, ask 'em how shit crossed 'em
We'll take the SI, nigga can't speak 'cause the blick called him
Fake-ass trappin' nigga, go and ask him how much the brick cost him
I'm a real street nigga
Real trick nigga, lotta money, nigga, I be shit talkin'
Yeah, nigga
I don't, ayy, yeah, nigga, that's how this shit go, nigga, you dig me?
Don't diss me
Hold on
The f*ck? What up? With who? Who? For real?
Alright, say no more
Hey, hey, they just say a rap nigga dissed me
Before that, he wanted a feature, pussy nigga, ain't shit free
I ball on niggas, I'm too elite, I can't go OT
I was on some tricky shit, they done f*cked 'round and brought out the old me
Nigga, I don't never be speakin' on shit, but ain't nan' one of these niggas ho me
Nigga, I wave red flags, I don't wave no white flags, I don't want no peace
Heard I got him whacked when he joced me, still called him broski
What the f*ck you think I'ma do to a nigga that don't even know me?
Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo, you pussies did it
Nigga, I'm simply made for bad bitches, why these niggas be on my dick?
F*ck 'round, pop me a nigga, no Diddy, nigga, I'm the f*ckin' kid that did
We them f*ckin' young niggas, don't send shit up without no switches
You a pussy-ass lyin' bitch, see me slidin' in a two-tone, nigga, that's my shit
Retarded-ass lil' nigga, you don't even look like you f*ckin' on fine shit
I'll probably give her a fifteen-ball just to f*ck on a dime bitch
For bodies, I'ma give out twenty-five hundred, them youngins'll go try to slime shit
Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo, why the f*ck y'all get me started?
Nigga, my whole f*ckin' hood know I'm heartless
Nigga, they tryna sell out on me, make me tarnished
Hey, get low, them youngins I'm with, them youngins shoot up parties, woo
I got M's like I'm Meek Milly
And I f*ck with Meek, but a nigga that diss me can't even make it out the city
I'm a real big Blood, go and ask, I'm a main Billy
I ain't never whacked a nigga? What the f*ck you on, nigga, is you silly?
Hey, hey, they just say a rap nigga dissed me
Before that, he wanted a feature, pussy nigga, ain't shit free
I ball on niggas, I'm too elite, I can't go OT
I was on some tricky shit, they done f*cked 'round and brought out the old me
Nigga, I don't never be speakin' on shit, but ain't nan' one of these niggas ho me
Nigga, I wave red flags, I don't wave no white flags, I don't want no peace
Heard I got him whacked when he joced me, still called him broski
What the f*ck you think I'ma do to a nigga that don't even know me?
Juries-talkin'-ass nigga, Spanish-walkin'-ass nigga
A nigga act like my ex-bitch, pull them panties out your ass, nigga
Come to the Yams tryna vacay, f*ck 'round, send them gravediggers
I don't even stunt you broke-ass, whack-ass niggas, I'm out here paid with it
Niggas talkin' 'bout catchin' me slippin', who? Nigga, I'm stayin' with it
I be talkin' 'bout all them M's 'cause, bitch, I'm G and stayin' litty
Pop out by myself
Whole world done see me go through what I went through, nigga, I ain't need no help
Treat a skinny-ass nigga like I'm daddy, nigga, go get my belt
Ayy, nigga, I ain't gon' lie, nigga
I ain't take this shit, none of this shit personal, nigga
Ayy, nigga, I stayed quiet when you niggas dissed me, nigga
I just been buildin' this shit up, nigga, f*ck a nigga
Nigga, I'm out here with it, nigga
You dig?
Kickin' shit just like jiu-jitsu
Got your chain snatched two times, f*ck that drill rapper too
I got country killers, these cornbread-eatin'-ass niggas, they whackin' too
These niggas I hang with still on Facebook, they don't got no IG moves
And these niggas ain't even go to school
Yes, these niggas, they know to shoot
Rowdy Rebel, Rowdy who?
I don't even know who the f*ck is fool
Nigga, all these pussy-ass niggas food
All these rap niggas pickin' sides
My whole city pull homicides
Boston Richey too bonafide
When I hit my city, bitch, I'm outside
These niggas can't even go outside
Last nigga played, you know he died
I don't even do this rappin' shit
I'm ready to let that window down
Talk like that 'cause I'm a real f*ckin' Florida nigga
I got Goyard bags by the ten, real bag hoarder, nigga
Check these diamonds up in my mouth cost way more than a quarter, nigga
And I know a nigga gon' get punched in it, when I'm out, record a nigga
How many hats you bought? Nigga, I ain't trippin', I can afford a nigga
F*ck a rap nigga, get your chain took when you in Florida, nigga
On God, think twice before you niggas diss Boston
Real shit popper, ask 'em how shit crossed 'em
We'll take the SI, nigga can't speak 'cause the blick called him
Fake-ass trappin' nigga, go and ask him how much the brick cost him
I'm a real street nigga
Real trick nigga, lotta money, nigga, I be shit talkin'
Yeah, nigga
I don't, ayy, yeah, nigga, that's how this shit go, nigga, you dig me?
Don't diss me
Writer: Hardocc, Jalen Foster, moicbeatz, Raheem Miller, young1vz
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
The Type
[Real Boston Richey]
Uh, yeah (DDot cold as a motherf*cker, on God)
Turn me up, P
Uh, tired of niggas stealin' my flow
Uh
Uh
Ayy, niggas want that smoke, send them youngins, f*ck it, bombs away
Cut her off 'cause she ain't f*ckin' and the bitch masquerade
I could say f*ck rap and hit the trap, trap 'bows in Section 8
Know your nigga cap, I liked your picture, now he blocked my page
They done left a nigga with his ass out, damn, that nigga played
Niggas havin' scraps and wavin' blicks like this a damn parade
I'm the type of nigga, I up my blick, bitch, you know I spray
I'm the type, she get love, beat her pussy, bitch, you know I pay
You the type, your bitch f*ck another nigga, you gon' kill the bitch
I'm the typе, go back to the drawin' board, nigga, and build a bitch
I ain't gon' lie, I was in my feelings, dog, but only a little bit
Forgot 'bout a bitch, my nеw bitch came through, ate it up and wiggled it
Natural bitch, ain't got no BBL, but that shit jigglin'
Nigga, you broke as f*ck, I'm laughin' to the bank, I'm gigglin'
Bullets hit him up, he went to reactin' like he ticklish
Shoot his beamer up, then double back, then walk down, finish shit
I'm a dog-ass nigga, but she love lil' Boston 'cause I listen
Hit her with that hook, then she stuck just like I'm out here fishin'
Baby, I don't like your mama, wash 'em down just like I'm doin' dishes
Bitch, I ain't like your daddy, I ain't leavin', bitch, I'ma thug it with you
Rich nigga in a Caddy filled up with hoes to capacity
Baby girl, I'm way too bad for you just like a cavity
Come through, beat her doonies down every time she mad at me
Keep a couple shooters 'round for them niggas that's after me
Bitch, you think I'm dumb, we ain't f*ck, then we ain't done
We ain't f*ck, you gettin' nothin', bitch, you know that I'm the one
Leave an ugly bitch on read, buy a bad bitch a purse
Leave the opposition dead, mama rentin' out a hearse
Tell my youngins to swing some lead, front the older niggas Percs
Lil' bitch fire with the head, but I still can't make it work
Lil' bitch, I'm a trap nigga
I told you once before, don't try me like no rap nigga
Ayy, niggas want that smoke, send them youngins, f*ck it, bombs away
Cut her off 'cause she ain't f*ckin' and the bitch masquerade
I could say f*ck rap and hit the trap, trap 'bows in Section 8
Know your nigga cap, I liked your picture, now he blocked my page
They done left a nigga with his ass out, damn, that nigga played
Niggas havin' scraps and wavin' blicks like this a damn parade
I'm the type of nigga, I up my blick, bitch, you know I spray
I'm the type, she get love, beat her pussy, bitch, you know I pay
[YTB Fatt]
Uh
I'm the type to send a f*ckin' blitz when you're eatin' out with your bae
Nigga, I am the trenches, I get love from GDs in forty states
I'm my own man, it's how I made a f*ckin' M in two hundred days
I ain't been in the hood for a minute, I get all my updates from lil' Trey
Send you flowers and eat your pussy, rocks in my mouth cost 50K
Niggas don't wanna do shit 'cause the next niggas, man, these niggas gay
Niggas don't know how it feel to book a f*ckin' jet to make a play
Niggas don't know how it feel to get niggas' shit splat 'cross the wall, on Zai
Four, five, six, seven hundred, nigga, that's in the safe
These niggas home with they dimes for real, don't call me sad, be safe
The cheese I got, I can get you killed, nigga, it don't matter the state
Been did switches on bitches, come in all colors, black door, open the gate
[Real Boston Richey]
Ayy, niggas want that smoke, send them youngins, f*ck it, bombs away
Cut her off 'cause she ain't f*ckin' and the bitch masquerade
I could say f*ck rap and hit the trap, trap 'bows in Section 8
Know your nigga cap, I liked your picture, now he blocked my page
They done left a nigga with his ass out, damn, that nigga played
Niggas havin' scraps and wavin' blicks like this a damn parade
I'm the type of nigga, I up my blick, bitch, you know I spray
I'm the type, she get love, beat her pussy, bitch, you know I pay
Uh, yeah (DDot cold as a motherf*cker, on God)
Turn me up, P
Uh, tired of niggas stealin' my flow
Uh
Uh
Ayy, niggas want that smoke, send them youngins, f*ck it, bombs away
Cut her off 'cause she ain't f*ckin' and the bitch masquerade
I could say f*ck rap and hit the trap, trap 'bows in Section 8
Know your nigga cap, I liked your picture, now he blocked my page
They done left a nigga with his ass out, damn, that nigga played
Niggas havin' scraps and wavin' blicks like this a damn parade
I'm the type of nigga, I up my blick, bitch, you know I spray
I'm the type, she get love, beat her pussy, bitch, you know I pay
You the type, your bitch f*ck another nigga, you gon' kill the bitch
I'm the typе, go back to the drawin' board, nigga, and build a bitch
I ain't gon' lie, I was in my feelings, dog, but only a little bit
Forgot 'bout a bitch, my nеw bitch came through, ate it up and wiggled it
Natural bitch, ain't got no BBL, but that shit jigglin'
Nigga, you broke as f*ck, I'm laughin' to the bank, I'm gigglin'
Bullets hit him up, he went to reactin' like he ticklish
Shoot his beamer up, then double back, then walk down, finish shit
I'm a dog-ass nigga, but she love lil' Boston 'cause I listen
Hit her with that hook, then she stuck just like I'm out here fishin'
Baby, I don't like your mama, wash 'em down just like I'm doin' dishes
Bitch, I ain't like your daddy, I ain't leavin', bitch, I'ma thug it with you
Rich nigga in a Caddy filled up with hoes to capacity
Baby girl, I'm way too bad for you just like a cavity
Come through, beat her doonies down every time she mad at me
Keep a couple shooters 'round for them niggas that's after me
Bitch, you think I'm dumb, we ain't f*ck, then we ain't done
We ain't f*ck, you gettin' nothin', bitch, you know that I'm the one
Leave an ugly bitch on read, buy a bad bitch a purse
Leave the opposition dead, mama rentin' out a hearse
Tell my youngins to swing some lead, front the older niggas Percs
Lil' bitch fire with the head, but I still can't make it work
Lil' bitch, I'm a trap nigga
I told you once before, don't try me like no rap nigga
Ayy, niggas want that smoke, send them youngins, f*ck it, bombs away
Cut her off 'cause she ain't f*ckin' and the bitch masquerade
I could say f*ck rap and hit the trap, trap 'bows in Section 8
Know your nigga cap, I liked your picture, now he blocked my page
They done left a nigga with his ass out, damn, that nigga played
Niggas havin' scraps and wavin' blicks like this a damn parade
I'm the type of nigga, I up my blick, bitch, you know I spray
I'm the type, she get love, beat her pussy, bitch, you know I pay
[YTB Fatt]
Uh
I'm the type to send a f*ckin' blitz when you're eatin' out with your bae
Nigga, I am the trenches, I get love from GDs in forty states
I'm my own man, it's how I made a f*ckin' M in two hundred days
I ain't been in the hood for a minute, I get all my updates from lil' Trey
Send you flowers and eat your pussy, rocks in my mouth cost 50K
Niggas don't wanna do shit 'cause the next niggas, man, these niggas gay
Niggas don't know how it feel to book a f*ckin' jet to make a play
Niggas don't know how it feel to get niggas' shit splat 'cross the wall, on Zai
Four, five, six, seven hundred, nigga, that's in the safe
These niggas home with they dimes for real, don't call me sad, be safe
The cheese I got, I can get you killed, nigga, it don't matter the state
Been did switches on bitches, come in all colors, black door, open the gate
[Real Boston Richey]
Ayy, niggas want that smoke, send them youngins, f*ck it, bombs away
Cut her off 'cause she ain't f*ckin' and the bitch masquerade
I could say f*ck rap and hit the trap, trap 'bows in Section 8
Know your nigga cap, I liked your picture, now he blocked my page
They done left a nigga with his ass out, damn, that nigga played
Niggas havin' scraps and wavin' blicks like this a damn parade
I'm the type of nigga, I up my blick, bitch, you know I spray
I'm the type, she get love, beat her pussy, bitch, you know I pay
Writer: Jalen T. Foster, Delanious Leon Ward Jr., Cavon Paige
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Come Outside (So Sick)
Yeah, uh
I'm like, yeah
Turn me up a lil' bit
Huh, uh, uh, frrt
Boss nigga, took that trickin' shit and turned it to my hobby, uh
Ain't been takin' no pictures, everything I do, they copy
Bring them foreign whips through them country towns, them crackers tryna stop me
Ain't no fiend, but I go crazy 'bout that sloppy toppy
They play, I'm ready to knock a nigga ass out like Holyfield about you
Had to her to slow it down, she eatin' the lap up like hibachi
Only a bad bitch get to cryin', I Emilio Pucci on her body
She f*ck me good, I ain't got no exes and I ain't got no other bodies
I'm like, damn, you fine, I'm tryna turn you every way but loose
You bad, you bad, and you bad, how the hell y'all gon' make me choose?
He won't let you come outside, bae, we gon' take a shot for you
Cool, but if one day, you come outside, we gon' save a spot for you
Huh, tell your nigga it's lit, put your phone on DND
He ain't on this shit, baby, come outside with me
Bad bitch from out the country, I'm from Florida, she think I'm Z
She say, "You talk slow and you got perms like Yak and Koly P"
Now she in back of the truck tryna get me to teach her how to yell out, "Glee"
Now we drunk, we in that vibe, lookin' for more liquor and more weed
Don't go back on your word, you posted on Twitter, said you was f*ck-nigga free
I know he hate he played, now you lit and y'all don't speak
I'm like where there party at? We tryna go outside
He ain't bought no bottles for the booth you in, baby, his ass fried
You want a nigga that f*ck you good and spend? Pull up to my spot
If you leave me, girl, my life might end, you the baddest, I'm puttin' aside my pride
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo
I'm so over bein' blue
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo (come on, come on, I'm like come on, come on)
Cryin' over you
I'm like, damn, you fine, I'm tryna turn you every way but loose
You bad, you bad, and you bad, how the hell y'all gon' make me choose?
He won't let you come outside, bae, we gon' take a shot for you
Cool, but if one day, you come outside, we gon' save a spot for you
Huh, tell your nigga it's lit, put your phone on DND
He ain't on this shit, baby, come outside with me
Bad bitch from out the country, I'm from Florida, she think I'm Z
She say, "You talk slow and you got perms like Yak and Koly P," huh
I can't move my hips, but, baby, I'm good with spendin' tips, huh
Bae, your pussy good, you can't get mad if I do trips, huh
You a bad bitch, tell him to up it and buy you a whip
I might kill you, I catch you cheatin', bae, you better move it swift
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo
I'm so over bein' blue
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo
Cryin' over you
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo (answer me on FaceTime, you asked me to FaceTime)
I'm so over bein' blue (f*ck wrong with you?)
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo (I can't hear what you said what you said)
Doo-doo-doo (answer the FaceTime)
Cryin' over you (who is this? You asked me to FaceTime you)
How the hell y'all got my number, though?
I'm like, yeah
Turn me up a lil' bit
Huh, uh, uh, frrt
Boss nigga, took that trickin' shit and turned it to my hobby, uh
Ain't been takin' no pictures, everything I do, they copy
Bring them foreign whips through them country towns, them crackers tryna stop me
Ain't no fiend, but I go crazy 'bout that sloppy toppy
They play, I'm ready to knock a nigga ass out like Holyfield about you
Had to her to slow it down, she eatin' the lap up like hibachi
Only a bad bitch get to cryin', I Emilio Pucci on her body
She f*ck me good, I ain't got no exes and I ain't got no other bodies
I'm like, damn, you fine, I'm tryna turn you every way but loose
You bad, you bad, and you bad, how the hell y'all gon' make me choose?
He won't let you come outside, bae, we gon' take a shot for you
Cool, but if one day, you come outside, we gon' save a spot for you
Huh, tell your nigga it's lit, put your phone on DND
He ain't on this shit, baby, come outside with me
Bad bitch from out the country, I'm from Florida, she think I'm Z
She say, "You talk slow and you got perms like Yak and Koly P"
Now she in back of the truck tryna get me to teach her how to yell out, "Glee"
Now we drunk, we in that vibe, lookin' for more liquor and more weed
Don't go back on your word, you posted on Twitter, said you was f*ck-nigga free
I know he hate he played, now you lit and y'all don't speak
I'm like where there party at? We tryna go outside
He ain't bought no bottles for the booth you in, baby, his ass fried
You want a nigga that f*ck you good and spend? Pull up to my spot
If you leave me, girl, my life might end, you the baddest, I'm puttin' aside my pride
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo
I'm so over bein' blue
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo (come on, come on, I'm like come on, come on)
Cryin' over you
I'm like, damn, you fine, I'm tryna turn you every way but loose
You bad, you bad, and you bad, how the hell y'all gon' make me choose?
He won't let you come outside, bae, we gon' take a shot for you
Cool, but if one day, you come outside, we gon' save a spot for you
Huh, tell your nigga it's lit, put your phone on DND
He ain't on this shit, baby, come outside with me
Bad bitch from out the country, I'm from Florida, she think I'm Z
She say, "You talk slow and you got perms like Yak and Koly P," huh
I can't move my hips, but, baby, I'm good with spendin' tips, huh
Bae, your pussy good, you can't get mad if I do trips, huh
You a bad bitch, tell him to up it and buy you a whip
I might kill you, I catch you cheatin', bae, you better move it swift
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo
I'm so over bein' blue
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo
Cryin' over you
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo (answer me on FaceTime, you asked me to FaceTime)
I'm so over bein' blue (f*ck wrong with you?)
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo (I can't hear what you said what you said)
Doo-doo-doo (answer the FaceTime)
Cryin' over you (who is this? You asked me to FaceTime you)
How the hell y'all got my number, though?
Writer: Mikkel Storleer Eriksen, Tor Erik Hermansen, Jalen T. Foster, Shaffer Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Still Pray
Mm, mm
Nigga, we still up goin' hard
Like 4:45 a.m.
I'm just thinkin' like
I'm just thankful for the people that's with me
Ain't thinkin' 'bout the people that be against me
Nigga, Lord said if you'll be for me, who'll be against me?
(Murda on the beat, so it's not nice)
I still pray for who against me
I mean, if you get it, then you gets it
Hmm, if you with me, then you with me
Mm, if you with me, pay attention
I got a son now, I gotta make some better decisions
I got a daddy doin' a sentence I wish that I can visit
I got a girl that's in her feelings 'bout my past bitches
Don't be saltin' down my image, girl, you past trippin'
She got different hormones, I mean I get it, I feel it
I got sisters that be bitchin', but I love 'em 'cause they get it
I did so much to get on and now they plottin' to shiv me
Now these niggas, they tryna stick me
Now these bitches, they tryna sic me
I'm goin' through all this shit while tryna balance out my own life
It be hard to pray, so many days we done had a long night
Nobody wanna share no pistol, everybody want they own pipe
I mean who really wanna share these bitches? I want my own wife
I'm just reminiscin', I remember 'round the time when I made "On Site"
Niggas I ain't even know was tryna link with me and book my flights
I got niggas I met up on the road was tryna rock my ice
Soon as I took an L, they tried to count me out like Uncle Ice
But I ain't even do nothin' creepy, niggas ain't know shit 'bout my cousin life
Goin' through it, my brother's called me and told me he wanna live a longer life
I be arguin' with King every day, but that bitch with me wrong or right
Niggas I love, they f*cked 'round, switched the script on me like a f*ckin' dyke
Real game I learned from niggas I'm with 'bout different situations
So many nights, that nigga King done sat me down, talked 'bout relations
I 'member that night you told me that money was gon' turn them bitches impatient
One day I woke up, the girl DM'd me the same way I did, I couldn't even shake it
I tried to buy my relationship back with money, she wouldn't even take it
Everything she did, I had to forget it, shit, I had to face it
Learned a hard lesson, money don't solve problems or make you happy
I remember the same night you told me that shit, I bust out laughin'
Look, damn, that shit came back to me, some nights, I wanted some ecstasy
Losin' weight and shit, can't even lie, shit was gettin' the best of me
Stressin' with the Lord, I be askin' why He ain't blessin' me
Didn't even send me an angel, shit I feel like He was testin' me
I don't wanna fall back in the same profile
'Cause niggas dyin', so I know anywhere, that shit can go down
Me and folks, we had our differences, but that's my bro now
I had to learn the same shit that go 'round, shit can come 'round
I still pray for who against me
I mean, if you get it, then you gets it
Hmm, if you with me, then you with me
Mm, if you with me, pay attention
I got a son now, I gotta make some better decisions
I got a daddy doin' a sentence I wish that I can visit
I got a girl that's in her feelings 'bout my past bitches
Don't be saltin' down my image, girl, you past trippin'
Nigga, we still up goin' hard
Like 4:45 a.m.
I'm just thinkin' like
I'm just thankful for the people that's with me
Ain't thinkin' 'bout the people that be against me
Nigga, Lord said if you'll be for me, who'll be against me?
(Murda on the beat, so it's not nice)
I still pray for who against me
I mean, if you get it, then you gets it
Hmm, if you with me, then you with me
Mm, if you with me, pay attention
I got a son now, I gotta make some better decisions
I got a daddy doin' a sentence I wish that I can visit
I got a girl that's in her feelings 'bout my past bitches
Don't be saltin' down my image, girl, you past trippin'
She got different hormones, I mean I get it, I feel it
I got sisters that be bitchin', but I love 'em 'cause they get it
I did so much to get on and now they plottin' to shiv me
Now these niggas, they tryna stick me
Now these bitches, they tryna sic me
I'm goin' through all this shit while tryna balance out my own life
It be hard to pray, so many days we done had a long night
Nobody wanna share no pistol, everybody want they own pipe
I mean who really wanna share these bitches? I want my own wife
I'm just reminiscin', I remember 'round the time when I made "On Site"
Niggas I ain't even know was tryna link with me and book my flights
I got niggas I met up on the road was tryna rock my ice
Soon as I took an L, they tried to count me out like Uncle Ice
But I ain't even do nothin' creepy, niggas ain't know shit 'bout my cousin life
Goin' through it, my brother's called me and told me he wanna live a longer life
I be arguin' with King every day, but that bitch with me wrong or right
Niggas I love, they f*cked 'round, switched the script on me like a f*ckin' dyke
Real game I learned from niggas I'm with 'bout different situations
So many nights, that nigga King done sat me down, talked 'bout relations
I 'member that night you told me that money was gon' turn them bitches impatient
One day I woke up, the girl DM'd me the same way I did, I couldn't even shake it
I tried to buy my relationship back with money, she wouldn't even take it
Everything she did, I had to forget it, shit, I had to face it
Learned a hard lesson, money don't solve problems or make you happy
I remember the same night you told me that shit, I bust out laughin'
Look, damn, that shit came back to me, some nights, I wanted some ecstasy
Losin' weight and shit, can't even lie, shit was gettin' the best of me
Stressin' with the Lord, I be askin' why He ain't blessin' me
Didn't even send me an angel, shit I feel like He was testin' me
I don't wanna fall back in the same profile
'Cause niggas dyin', so I know anywhere, that shit can go down
Me and folks, we had our differences, but that's my bro now
I had to learn the same shit that go 'round, shit can come 'round
I still pray for who against me
I mean, if you get it, then you gets it
Hmm, if you with me, then you with me
Mm, if you with me, pay attention
I got a son now, I gotta make some better decisions
I got a daddy doin' a sentence I wish that I can visit
I got a girl that's in her feelings 'bout my past bitches
Don't be saltin' down my image, girl, you past trippin'
Writer: Isak Gidgard, Jalen Foster, Murda Beatz, Smokescreen
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Soho
Yeah
Uh
(Ooh, that sounds like Heem on the beat)
Uh, uh
Uh, grippin' motor, I'm slidin' solo, ayy
Spend a big old bag in Soho, uh
I'm trappin', still got on the same clothes, ayy
Only thing I'm yellin' is more dough, uh
If I go take a bitch on a date, I'ma take her up to the nosebleeds
My life been up to date, back in the day, I was stealin' Joe weed
Had Joe mad, on my grandma, I was still f*ckin' all on Joe niece
Nigga speedin' too fast, got arrested by the police
Status way too big, these days, can't ride in low-keys
Got a couple friends, the rest of these niggas for sure creep
Shit been gettin' too wicked, nigga, I'm clutchin' on the poley
She say she done with me unless a bill, shit, it's more easy
It's forever f*ck a bitch, nigga, I told you I ain't no ho pleaser
Forever f*ck these niggas, how you the plug, nigga? You's a door keeper
Every time they kick my door in, nigga, I go trap more reefer
I love a project bitch who have my baby, we name it Moesha
Never takin' pictures, real shit, nigga, I don't even know people
Can't look my youngins in the eyes, these young niggas real soul keepers
I-95 with them bricks, we real road reapers
Four people died off that white, that's what I sold people
Uh, grippin' motor, I'm slidin' solo, ayy
Spend a big old bag in Soho, uh
I'm trappin', still got on the same clothes, ayy
Only thing I'm yellin' is more dough, uh
If I go take a bitch on a date, I'ma take her up to the nosebleeds
My life been up to date, back in the day, I was stealin' Joe weed
Had Joe mad, on my grandma, I was still f*ckin' all on Joe niece
Nigga speedin' too fast, got arrested by the police
Clutchin' up on that four-nick, every day, buy a new blitz
New chain worth like two bricks, every day, I f*ck a new bitch
Every day, I'm in a new whip, laid back on some cool shit
She say I'm on rude shit, but I be rockin' Rhude, bitch
You don't even know what to do with this, Boston come with too much pressure
Boston on another level, Boston way too up to settle
Grippin' up on that tool, nigga, I'm clutchin' on that heavy metal
This shit go down when you least expect, nigga, I pray this shit get better
I can't even lie, I didn't expect this, I'm flyer than a feather
Uh, I'm flyer than a bird
I'm flyer than an eagle, I'm flyer than a-
You dig that? You heard?
I got big packs to serve
Uh, grippin' motor, I'm slidin' solo, ayy
Spend a big old bag in Soho, uh
I'm trappin', still got on the same clothes, ayy
Only thing I'm yellin' is more dough, uh
If I go take a bitch on a date, I'ma take her up to the nosebleeds
My life been up to date, back in the day, I was stealin' Joe weed
Had Joe mad, on my grandma, I was still f*ckin' all on Joe niece
Nigga speedin' too fast, got arrested by the police
Uh
(Ooh, that sounds like Heem on the beat)
Uh, uh
Uh, grippin' motor, I'm slidin' solo, ayy
Spend a big old bag in Soho, uh
I'm trappin', still got on the same clothes, ayy
Only thing I'm yellin' is more dough, uh
If I go take a bitch on a date, I'ma take her up to the nosebleeds
My life been up to date, back in the day, I was stealin' Joe weed
Had Joe mad, on my grandma, I was still f*ckin' all on Joe niece
Nigga speedin' too fast, got arrested by the police
Status way too big, these days, can't ride in low-keys
Got a couple friends, the rest of these niggas for sure creep
Shit been gettin' too wicked, nigga, I'm clutchin' on the poley
She say she done with me unless a bill, shit, it's more easy
It's forever f*ck a bitch, nigga, I told you I ain't no ho pleaser
Forever f*ck these niggas, how you the plug, nigga? You's a door keeper
Every time they kick my door in, nigga, I go trap more reefer
I love a project bitch who have my baby, we name it Moesha
Never takin' pictures, real shit, nigga, I don't even know people
Can't look my youngins in the eyes, these young niggas real soul keepers
I-95 with them bricks, we real road reapers
Four people died off that white, that's what I sold people
Uh, grippin' motor, I'm slidin' solo, ayy
Spend a big old bag in Soho, uh
I'm trappin', still got on the same clothes, ayy
Only thing I'm yellin' is more dough, uh
If I go take a bitch on a date, I'ma take her up to the nosebleeds
My life been up to date, back in the day, I was stealin' Joe weed
Had Joe mad, on my grandma, I was still f*ckin' all on Joe niece
Nigga speedin' too fast, got arrested by the police
Clutchin' up on that four-nick, every day, buy a new blitz
New chain worth like two bricks, every day, I f*ck a new bitch
Every day, I'm in a new whip, laid back on some cool shit
She say I'm on rude shit, but I be rockin' Rhude, bitch
You don't even know what to do with this, Boston come with too much pressure
Boston on another level, Boston way too up to settle
Grippin' up on that tool, nigga, I'm clutchin' on that heavy metal
This shit go down when you least expect, nigga, I pray this shit get better
I can't even lie, I didn't expect this, I'm flyer than a feather
Uh, I'm flyer than a bird
I'm flyer than an eagle, I'm flyer than a-
You dig that? You heard?
I got big packs to serve
Uh, grippin' motor, I'm slidin' solo, ayy
Spend a big old bag in Soho, uh
I'm trappin', still got on the same clothes, ayy
Only thing I'm yellin' is more dough, uh
If I go take a bitch on a date, I'ma take her up to the nosebleeds
My life been up to date, back in the day, I was stealin' Joe weed
Had Joe mad, on my grandma, I was still f*ckin' all on Joe niece
Nigga speedin' too fast, got arrested by the police
Writer: Jalen Foster, Raheem Miller
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Cocoa Butter
Woah
Blow the, uh
Uh
Blow the whistle, uh, uh, blow the whistle, uh
Blow the whistle
Listen up
I'ma tell you one time and one time only
You f*ck a broke nigga, huh, I'ma pass on it
You say you got a big old ass that's super soft, then show me
They throw my music on, these bitches gon' shake more ass than Jam Pony
I'm like what you gon' do if a rich-ass nigga want you?
Don't forget 'bout none of them days that nigga left you sad and lonely
I'll pop a pill, then f*ck her fast, then throw some racks up on it
You can't hit my main page, but I'll put the spam on you
I f*ck her good, make her bust like back to back, the rounds up on her
I'm on top of her doin' the crybaby, I done threw a tantrum on it
I'm a proud trick, I ain't shamin' shit, bae, this my testimony
Guard your heart like Teflon, f*ck 'round and threw a vest up on ya
Now take your right hand and put it on your knees
I f*ck her good for sure, I'm gettin' her door keys
Only thing I'm runnin' from is police
Every time you move that ass, I throw a bill on each cheek
How you claim you a bad bitch if you f*ckin' a known buster?
Iron sharpen iron, bitch, you need to be f*ckin' a hustler
That nigga you f*ckin' a lame, come f*ck on a nigga with structure
You a bad bitch, I'm on your body like cocoa butter
I'm tellin' you, girl, you f*ck me good, I'm hittin' it without a rubber
If I ask you do you love me? You better not stutter
You ever do me wrong, hmm, your ass in trouble
I'm dyin' 'bout that baby, that's word to my mother
Mm-hmm, pop out the cut with a, with a big old cutter
I'm too clean to be fightin' these niggas, I don't tussle
I'm like you too fine to be treatin' that dick like it's gizzard
The way you be eatin' me down, only right I tell my niggas
I'm like that ain't no Diddy, ah, that ain't no homo
Every time I see a bad bitch, I jump in go mode
Every time I pop out in the city, they takin' photos
I feel like rollin', baby, blow it right up throw your blowhole
Niggas be hollerin' they rich junkies, your ass a custo
Every time they see a nigga get burned down, they say stop the gun smoke
I know my lil' bitch out here f*ckin', I still won't drop the blunt, though
Every time I'm in A-Town, them bitches treat me like Hunxho
How you claim you a bad bitch if you f*ckin' a known buster?
Iron sharpen iron, bitch, you need to be f*ckin' a hustler
That nigga you f*ckin' a lame, come f*ck on a nigga with structure
You a bad bitch, I'm on your body like cocoa butter
I'm tellin' you, girl, you f*ck me good, I'm hittin' it without a rubber
If I ask you do you love me? You better not stutter
You ever do me wrong, hmm, your ass in trouble
I'm dyin' 'bout that baby, that's word to my mother
Blow the, uh
Uh
Blow the whistle, uh, uh, blow the whistle, uh
Blow the whistle
Listen up
I'ma tell you one time and one time only
You f*ck a broke nigga, huh, I'ma pass on it
You say you got a big old ass that's super soft, then show me
They throw my music on, these bitches gon' shake more ass than Jam Pony
I'm like what you gon' do if a rich-ass nigga want you?
Don't forget 'bout none of them days that nigga left you sad and lonely
I'll pop a pill, then f*ck her fast, then throw some racks up on it
You can't hit my main page, but I'll put the spam on you
I f*ck her good, make her bust like back to back, the rounds up on her
I'm on top of her doin' the crybaby, I done threw a tantrum on it
I'm a proud trick, I ain't shamin' shit, bae, this my testimony
Guard your heart like Teflon, f*ck 'round and threw a vest up on ya
Now take your right hand and put it on your knees
I f*ck her good for sure, I'm gettin' her door keys
Only thing I'm runnin' from is police
Every time you move that ass, I throw a bill on each cheek
How you claim you a bad bitch if you f*ckin' a known buster?
Iron sharpen iron, bitch, you need to be f*ckin' a hustler
That nigga you f*ckin' a lame, come f*ck on a nigga with structure
You a bad bitch, I'm on your body like cocoa butter
I'm tellin' you, girl, you f*ck me good, I'm hittin' it without a rubber
If I ask you do you love me? You better not stutter
You ever do me wrong, hmm, your ass in trouble
I'm dyin' 'bout that baby, that's word to my mother
Mm-hmm, pop out the cut with a, with a big old cutter
I'm too clean to be fightin' these niggas, I don't tussle
I'm like you too fine to be treatin' that dick like it's gizzard
The way you be eatin' me down, only right I tell my niggas
I'm like that ain't no Diddy, ah, that ain't no homo
Every time I see a bad bitch, I jump in go mode
Every time I pop out in the city, they takin' photos
I feel like rollin', baby, blow it right up throw your blowhole
Niggas be hollerin' they rich junkies, your ass a custo
Every time they see a nigga get burned down, they say stop the gun smoke
I know my lil' bitch out here f*ckin', I still won't drop the blunt, though
Every time I'm in A-Town, them bitches treat me like Hunxho
How you claim you a bad bitch if you f*ckin' a known buster?
Iron sharpen iron, bitch, you need to be f*ckin' a hustler
That nigga you f*ckin' a lame, come f*ck on a nigga with structure
You a bad bitch, I'm on your body like cocoa butter
I'm tellin' you, girl, you f*ck me good, I'm hittin' it without a rubber
If I ask you do you love me? You better not stutter
You ever do me wrong, hmm, your ass in trouble
I'm dyin' 'bout that baby, that's word to my mother
Writer: Jalen Foster, Mir Santana, Trippy
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Cup Spill
(Jcabz)
Uh, hit it, made the cup spill, Porsche coupe, switch gears
Cut the bitch, f*ck tears, pop shit and hit LIV
Dripped up in Denim Tear, I'm still the shit still
Shut up, nigga, and sit still, now tell me where them bricks is (uh)
Havin' a bitch like havin' a safehouse, can't know where my bitch live
Told my plug don't send no more of them Bubbas 'til this shit chill
Niggas be out of pocket, they don't know what poppin' shit is
You f*ck 'round, get your ass killed, I'm tryna tell you, jit, chill
Nigga, shit real, nigga, you too Hoffa
When it come to mafia business, nigga, shit colossal
Eye for an eye, nigga, I'd hate to turn you to a fossil
How I'ma take you serious, nigga? Your ass a known clique hopper
I'm the type of nigga to stand on business even when it's hard for me
Niggas switched Lil Boston out for dollars, they tryna bargain me
Havin' plenty thoughts of killin' niggas that tarnished me
Half of these niggas pussy, I don't know no nigga that's hard as me
F*ck a nigga, I don't need nobody, go in revenge mode
I was raised up different from these niggas, I don't vent to hoes
Put that money before this shit I believe in, nigga, I'm lettin' you know
If I can go back and switch the time up, I still'll flip a 'bow
Uh, these days, I spend my money on buyin' cars
Boston Richey a couple million up, I ain't gotta flodge
Not to mention, it's over a million in my car garage
All these niggas pussy, it's hard to camouflage
You would think I'm goin' back on tour 'cause, nigga, I'm back outside
Niggas think they puttin' out my torch, nigga, I'm full of fire
Me, I'm certified, with this shit, I'm bonafide
All the niggas I used to hang with, it's f*ck them guys
Hit it, made the cup spill, Porsche coupe, switch gears
Cut the bitch, f*ck tears, pop shit and hit LIV
Dripped up in Denim Tear, I'm still the shit still
Shut up, nigga, and sit still, now tell me where them bricks is (uh)
Havin' a bitch like havin' a safehouse, can't know where my bitch live
Told my plug don't send no more of them Bubbas 'til this shit chill
Niggas be out of pocket, they don't know what poppin' shit is
You f*ck 'round, get your ass killed, I'm tryna tell you, jit, chill
Niggas in another nigga business, where your money at?
Niggas speakin' on Boston business, nigga, I don't f*ck with that
Low life how I'm livin', nigga, I'm ducked off where them cutters at
Speakin' up on my business, nigga, that's type of shit that get you smacked
Every club I hit, nigga, I got it packed, frrt, uh
Everything I lost, nigga, I got it back, mm
Every bitch I lost, I can go and get 'em back
Why you niggas ain't proud of Boston Richey? I was trappin' crack
Touched a million cash before the deal if we talkin' packs
Take me back to thirteen years old, I was tryna catch a hat
Forever tryna slime a nigga out, but I ain't screamin' slatt
Hard up on a bitch, she was screamin', "Boston, cut some slack"
I'm a Hellcat whipper, I won't push up in a Scat
In the south side of Tallahassee, they'll bust you for a stack
I'ma think you tryna set me up, you ask me where I'm at
I'm a felon, nigga, but I still gotta keep a gat
Uh, hit it, made the cup spill, Porsche coupe, switch gears
Cut the bitch, f*ck tears, pop shit and hit LIV
Dripped up in Denim Tear, I'm still the shit still
Shut up, nigga, and sit still, now tell me where them bricks is (uh)
Havin' a bitch like havin' a safehouse, can't know where my bitch live
Told my plug don't send no more of them Bubbas 'til this shit chill
Niggas be out of pocket, they don't know what poppin' shit is
You f*ck 'round, get your ass killed, I'm tryna tell you, jit, chill
Nigga, shit real, nigga, you too Hoffa
When it come to mafia business, nigga, shit colossal
Eye for an eye, nigga, I'd hate to turn you to a fossil
How I'ma take you serious, nigga? Your ass a known clique hopper
I'm the type of nigga to stand on business even when it's hard for me
Niggas switched Lil Boston out for dollars, they tryna bargain me
Havin' plenty thoughts of killin' niggas that tarnished me
Half of these niggas pussy, I don't know no nigga that's hard as me
F*ck a nigga, I don't need nobody, go in revenge mode
I was raised up different from these niggas, I don't vent to hoes
Put that money before this shit I believe in, nigga, I'm lettin' you know
If I can go back and switch the time up, I still'll flip a 'bow
Uh, these days, I spend my money on buyin' cars
Boston Richey a couple million up, I ain't gotta flodge
Not to mention, it's over a million in my car garage
All these niggas pussy, it's hard to camouflage
You would think I'm goin' back on tour 'cause, nigga, I'm back outside
Niggas think they puttin' out my torch, nigga, I'm full of fire
Me, I'm certified, with this shit, I'm bonafide
All the niggas I used to hang with, it's f*ck them guys
Hit it, made the cup spill, Porsche coupe, switch gears
Cut the bitch, f*ck tears, pop shit and hit LIV
Dripped up in Denim Tear, I'm still the shit still
Shut up, nigga, and sit still, now tell me where them bricks is (uh)
Havin' a bitch like havin' a safehouse, can't know where my bitch live
Told my plug don't send no more of them Bubbas 'til this shit chill
Niggas be out of pocket, they don't know what poppin' shit is
You f*ck 'round, get your ass killed, I'm tryna tell you, jit, chill
Niggas in another nigga business, where your money at?
Niggas speakin' on Boston business, nigga, I don't f*ck with that
Low life how I'm livin', nigga, I'm ducked off where them cutters at
Speakin' up on my business, nigga, that's type of shit that get you smacked
Every club I hit, nigga, I got it packed, frrt, uh
Everything I lost, nigga, I got it back, mm
Every bitch I lost, I can go and get 'em back
Why you niggas ain't proud of Boston Richey? I was trappin' crack
Touched a million cash before the deal if we talkin' packs
Take me back to thirteen years old, I was tryna catch a hat
Forever tryna slime a nigga out, but I ain't screamin' slatt
Hard up on a bitch, she was screamin', "Boston, cut some slack"
I'm a Hellcat whipper, I won't push up in a Scat
In the south side of Tallahassee, they'll bust you for a stack
I'ma think you tryna set me up, you ask me where I'm at
I'm a felon, nigga, but I still gotta keep a gat
Writer: Jalen Foster, JCabz, Kabeh
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Get In There
[ Featuring GloRilla ]
Yeah
Richey Richey
Uh, uh, uh-uh
(Ddot cold as a motherf*cker, on God)
10K on some Cartier frames, that's how I see shit
Lil' bitch, stay in your lane, too much motion, I'll get you seasick
Cracker be on my page, they say Lil Richey was trappin' that green shit
See my opp? I got him, no-look-spray, I don't need no beam, bitch
Lil' bitch thought I was drippin' Chanel, I'm drippin' Celine, bitch
I can't buy you no more nails, you ain't treat me like I'm a king, bitch
I ain't Lucci, bitch, I can't wish you well, wake up out that dream, bitch
It's a peace 'bout it, she can't come through if we can't run the bitch
Can't lie, I feel bad
These niggas be out here doubtin' they guns and shit
I don't care if she got some ass, that bitch too bad, can't trust a bitch
Fly to LA to do some promo and buy some bags that hustle and shit
Niggas be goin' out sad, they won't pay the bitch rent, niggas on some sucker shit (yeah)
Get some head in rush hour, my Chris Tucker shit
Men In Black, when it's time to go spin, nigga, it's f*ck a bitch
I take that back 'cause when it come time to spin, she gon' love the jit
Bitches be gettin' that make-up on my designer, I can't even hug a bitch
Niggas don't think we really be puttin' it down, tell 'em niggas come f*ck with this
I don't see a nigga, he get put in the ground, and he ain't even have a switch
I was holdin' it down takin' care of my sister kids 'fore I had a jit
Catch a stain and call it pound town, nigga lettin' that hammer hit
Get in there (get in there), that hammer hit (get in there)
Uh, get in there (get in there), that hammer hit (get in there)
Uh, uh, get in there, get in there (get it ho)
Get in there (get in there), that hammer hit (get in there)
Make my youngin load up and catch a stain, tell him to get in there
Catch my bitch outside, tell her to go home, bitch, go get in there (uh)
Catch my bitch outside, get in the car, bitch, gon' get in there
Too many bad bitches in the black truck, all these hoes can't fit in there
Go and get in there
Go and get in there (come here, baby)
Go and get in there (GloRilla)
Go and get in there (on gang)
Tricks are for bad bitches, we love niggas that pay for shit (yeah)
All my niggas older than me, I don't f*ckin' play with kids (uhn-uhn)
Got a smart-ass mouth, but it's some good-ass pussy come with it (ayy)
Get in there, go dumb with it (woo), might just let you cum in it (on God)
Get a nigga high, he gon' get freaky off them beans and Yerks (ugh)
I be ready to get down on one knee, a nigga make me squirt (on gang)
Petty bitch, I cut a nigga off for wearin' a sleeveless shirt (yeah)
Might just take a rapper down, gon' text him like I need a verse (come here)
I'm a real gangster, baby, shit gon' be in me forever
F*cked him up when I walked in and put my Glock up on a dresser (yeah)
All these niggas ran through, I don't think none of 'em special
Here go one of these hoes callin' me now for some pussy (woo)
(Ayy, ayy)
Yeah, thumb in my butt (ooh, ooh)
Ooh, you turnin' me up (Woo, woo)
That shit tough, ain't it? (Yeah, nigga)
You finna nut, ain't it? (On gang)
Get in there (get in there), that hammer hit (get in there)
Uh, get in there (get in there), that hammer hit (get in there)
Uh, uh, get in there, get in there (come here, get it, ho)
Get in there (get in there), that hammer hit (get in there)
Make my youngin load up and catch a stain, tell him to get in there
Catch my bitch outside, tell her to go home, bitch, go get in there (uh)
Catch my bitch outside, get in the car, bitch, gon' get in there
Too many bad bitches in the black truck, all these hoes can't fit in there
Go and get in there
Go and get in there (come here, baby)
Go and get in there
Go and get in there
Writer: Delanious Leon Ward Jr., Gloria Woods, Jalen T. Foster
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Help Me 2
Yeah, it's like these niggas got damn
They don't be trickin' on these bitches for real, nigga, and I'on like that shit bruh
I'on like that shit at all bro
Nigga lame-o
(Known to let that Boston bought it MAC fly just like my nigga Doe, bah)
Can you f*ck me?
Hollon', baby can you help her?
If that's your bitch, you need to help her
Pay her bills, you need to help her
I'm tryna turn my lil' ho up and put her on what I'm on
No more bros before my ho
F*ck them niggas, I'm goin' back home
She be f*ckin' me good, she all up in my head like a chromosome
Every time I see my bae, put the dick in her face like a microphone
You so fine on FaceTime, sometime, bae I just wanna f*ck the phone
I be adding that money to Cash App, every time I hear you moan
Bet I caught me on, whenever I'm trickin', that's just what I'm on
Read it or leave all the money up in your purse, when you wake I might be gone
You can't hush me, I know you wanna f*ck me
Heard I got 'em M's, I know these bitches really think I'm ugly
I be puttin' it down, comin' way too trim, ain' none bitch dustin' me
These niggas hatin' on Richey Rich dawg, just because I pay for P
This shit frustratin' me, nigga better spend that bag up on they brudda, before they pay for fees
You say that I'm "young and nah", okay bitch wait for me
Hope you know I'ma call the Woo lady up, lil' bitch if you play with me
Lil' bitch sick of me, just like lil' wet bitch send some Haitian tea
You been gone too many days, boy don't make me f*ck you up
Soon as I get off the road
First thing I'ma do baby, is eat it up
She say "do you love me?", But I know she don't trust me
You can't spoil your ol' lady
She inhaled it down, that shit disgust me
Can you f*ck me? (Yup)
Hollon', baby can you help her?
If that's your bitch, you need to help her (do you love me?)
Pay her bills, you need to help her (brokie, uh)
She ain' play it right, turnt up my new bitch ass been hatin' me
Your ex nigga was a goofy
You pop out with me, bae you safe with me
Get drunk then she tasting me, she eat it so gracefully
She said I'm out here thuggin' and livin' wild, ok then pray for me
Know I'm out here thuggin'
Her mommy and daddy don't want her datin' me
I need a crazy bitch
If I f*ck up, then she macing me
I need a bitch to key my car, let me know that you for real
Treat me just like I'm your opps, baby show me this shit for real
Baby, I'm tired of f*ckin' up
Ain' tryna cost you no more tears
I f*ck with you just like the opp's sisters
Baby, you know I'm too sincere
Your ex nigga was broke as f*ck, the shit we havin' it over here
She too thick, it's wagon Wednesday
She got ass like a Wagoneer
Played my baby, I'm slangin' that iron just like I'm straight out Jacksonville
All my niggas trick for real
Yeah, we buy ass over here
You gotta stay down with me through thick and thin, shit move fast over here
Why I'ma leave my bitch for a messy ho?
That pussy trash for real
You say that's my pussy (yup)
You say that you love me (yup)
You say that you ready to ride (yup)
You gon' bust that fye (yup)
Cut off all my side bitches, 'cause baby I want all you
If I'on want gon' do right, I cut you off
I won't even stall you
Can you f*ck me? (Yup)
Hollon', baby, can you help her?
If that's your bitch, you need to help her (do you love me?)
Pay her bills, you need to help her (brokie, uh)
I'm tryna turn my lil' ho up and put her on what I'm on
No more bros before my ho
F*ck them niggas, I'm goin' back home
She be f*ckin' me good, she all up in my head like a chromosome
Every time I see my bae, put the dick in her face like a microphone
You so fine on FaceTime, sometime, bae I just wanna f*ck the phone
I be adding that money to Cash App, every time I hear you moan
Bet I caught me on, whenever I'm trickin', that's just what I'm on
Read it or leave all the money up in your purse, when you wake I might be gone
They don't be trickin' on these bitches for real, nigga, and I'on like that shit bruh
I'on like that shit at all bro
Nigga lame-o
(Known to let that Boston bought it MAC fly just like my nigga Doe, bah)
Can you f*ck me?
Hollon', baby can you help her?
If that's your bitch, you need to help her
Pay her bills, you need to help her
I'm tryna turn my lil' ho up and put her on what I'm on
No more bros before my ho
F*ck them niggas, I'm goin' back home
She be f*ckin' me good, she all up in my head like a chromosome
Every time I see my bae, put the dick in her face like a microphone
You so fine on FaceTime, sometime, bae I just wanna f*ck the phone
I be adding that money to Cash App, every time I hear you moan
Bet I caught me on, whenever I'm trickin', that's just what I'm on
Read it or leave all the money up in your purse, when you wake I might be gone
You can't hush me, I know you wanna f*ck me
Heard I got 'em M's, I know these bitches really think I'm ugly
I be puttin' it down, comin' way too trim, ain' none bitch dustin' me
These niggas hatin' on Richey Rich dawg, just because I pay for P
This shit frustratin' me, nigga better spend that bag up on they brudda, before they pay for fees
You say that I'm "young and nah", okay bitch wait for me
Hope you know I'ma call the Woo lady up, lil' bitch if you play with me
Lil' bitch sick of me, just like lil' wet bitch send some Haitian tea
You been gone too many days, boy don't make me f*ck you up
Soon as I get off the road
First thing I'ma do baby, is eat it up
She say "do you love me?", But I know she don't trust me
You can't spoil your ol' lady
She inhaled it down, that shit disgust me
Can you f*ck me? (Yup)
Hollon', baby can you help her?
If that's your bitch, you need to help her (do you love me?)
Pay her bills, you need to help her (brokie, uh)
She ain' play it right, turnt up my new bitch ass been hatin' me
Your ex nigga was a goofy
You pop out with me, bae you safe with me
Get drunk then she tasting me, she eat it so gracefully
She said I'm out here thuggin' and livin' wild, ok then pray for me
Know I'm out here thuggin'
Her mommy and daddy don't want her datin' me
I need a crazy bitch
If I f*ck up, then she macing me
I need a bitch to key my car, let me know that you for real
Treat me just like I'm your opps, baby show me this shit for real
Baby, I'm tired of f*ckin' up
Ain' tryna cost you no more tears
I f*ck with you just like the opp's sisters
Baby, you know I'm too sincere
Your ex nigga was broke as f*ck, the shit we havin' it over here
She too thick, it's wagon Wednesday
She got ass like a Wagoneer
Played my baby, I'm slangin' that iron just like I'm straight out Jacksonville
All my niggas trick for real
Yeah, we buy ass over here
You gotta stay down with me through thick and thin, shit move fast over here
Why I'ma leave my bitch for a messy ho?
That pussy trash for real
You say that's my pussy (yup)
You say that you love me (yup)
You say that you ready to ride (yup)
You gon' bust that fye (yup)
Cut off all my side bitches, 'cause baby I want all you
If I'on want gon' do right, I cut you off
I won't even stall you
Can you f*ck me? (Yup)
Hollon', baby, can you help her?
If that's your bitch, you need to help her (do you love me?)
Pay her bills, you need to help her (brokie, uh)
I'm tryna turn my lil' ho up and put her on what I'm on
No more bros before my ho
F*ck them niggas, I'm goin' back home
She be f*ckin' me good, she all up in my head like a chromosome
Every time I see my bae, put the dick in her face like a microphone
You so fine on FaceTime, sometime, bae I just wanna f*ck the phone
I be adding that money to Cash App, every time I hear you moan
Bet I caught me on, whenever I'm trickin', that's just what I'm on
Read it or leave all the money up in your purse, when you wake I might be gone
Writer: Jalen T. Foster, Paul Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Hiccup
Uh, let's go back to back with it
(DamnPablo) Uh
You ever posted up at the store just to get your licks up?
Lil' youngin slangin' iron now, he used to be scared to flip somethin'
A bad bitch talkin' bad to me? She gon' pick her lip up
She done fumbled Boston Richey, the bitch done had a hiccup
When I drop my son off, I'm goin' to pick some bricks up
Tryna sneak pictures off on finsta, tryna get her flicks up
Told my youngin to chill, lucky his lil' ass got picked up
Bitch ungrateful, I cut it off, now the bitch can't get none
Oh, lil' thug-ass lil' nigga
You still hatin', poor-ass nigga, go get your funds up, lil' nigga
You on the block and you ain't trappin', you a bug-ass lil' nigga
Forever pistol packin', I'ma bust me a lil' nigga
I ain't tusslin' with you niggas
I'ma pull it out and let it blow
Pussy-nigga tweetin', up on the 'Gram like his ass want some smoke
I already f*cked his bitch, I don't even know what to do no more
All these bitches up in my phone, I swear I don't even want no more
All these bitches gone
Stopped answerin' my phone, I'm still on the road
Seen my son in two months, I see him just up on my phone
Huh, but just know that we on, I gotta keep a chrome
What's 'round my neck, these niggas want, it cost more than a dome
We been broke up three days
Since the day we broke up, I done got me three baes
Bae, I'm out here trappin' bricks just like Filipe
I ain't the only nigga with it, bitch, we paid
You ever posted up at the store just to get your licks up?
Lil' youngin slangin' iron now, he used to be scared to flip somethin'
A bad bitch talkin' bad to me? She gon' pick her lip up
She done fumbled Boston Richey, the bitch done had a hiccup
When I drop my son off, I'm goin' to pick some bricks up
Tryna sneak pictures off on finsta, tryna get her flicks up
Told my youngin to chill, lucky his lil' ass got picked up
Bitch ungrateful, I cut it off, now the bitch can't get none
(DamnPablo) Uh
You ever posted up at the store just to get your licks up?
Lil' youngin slangin' iron now, he used to be scared to flip somethin'
A bad bitch talkin' bad to me? She gon' pick her lip up
She done fumbled Boston Richey, the bitch done had a hiccup
When I drop my son off, I'm goin' to pick some bricks up
Tryna sneak pictures off on finsta, tryna get her flicks up
Told my youngin to chill, lucky his lil' ass got picked up
Bitch ungrateful, I cut it off, now the bitch can't get none
Oh, lil' thug-ass lil' nigga
You still hatin', poor-ass nigga, go get your funds up, lil' nigga
You on the block and you ain't trappin', you a bug-ass lil' nigga
Forever pistol packin', I'ma bust me a lil' nigga
I ain't tusslin' with you niggas
I'ma pull it out and let it blow
Pussy-nigga tweetin', up on the 'Gram like his ass want some smoke
I already f*cked his bitch, I don't even know what to do no more
All these bitches up in my phone, I swear I don't even want no more
All these bitches gone
Stopped answerin' my phone, I'm still on the road
Seen my son in two months, I see him just up on my phone
Huh, but just know that we on, I gotta keep a chrome
What's 'round my neck, these niggas want, it cost more than a dome
We been broke up three days
Since the day we broke up, I done got me three baes
Bae, I'm out here trappin' bricks just like Filipe
I ain't the only nigga with it, bitch, we paid
You ever posted up at the store just to get your licks up?
Lil' youngin slangin' iron now, he used to be scared to flip somethin'
A bad bitch talkin' bad to me? She gon' pick her lip up
She done fumbled Boston Richey, the bitch done had a hiccup
When I drop my son off, I'm goin' to pick some bricks up
Tryna sneak pictures off on finsta, tryna get her flicks up
Told my youngin to chill, lucky his lil' ass got picked up
Bitch ungrateful, I cut it off, now the bitch can't get none
Writer: damnpablo, Jalen T. Foster, obmus1c, Ygedos
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
In an interview:
Remaining a relevant force in the industry, you're gearing up for the arrival of your album Richey Rich on November 8th. Can you tell fans what they can expect?
"You can definitely expect that I'm coming different on this one! I done put a lot into. I've been recording this tape for over a year now just in the studio. In this tape — I really just gave it my all! Through it you can understand me, how I felt, the things I went through. Not just the hardships, but the good things I've been through too. Im 100% giving on this. It's ALL ME! When you listen to this tape, you're either going to love me or hate me but I know the people will love me after this! Because they ain't never see or hear me coming like this forreal."
Oh ok! Dope! So for new listeners tuning in — would this upcoming album be the one you tell them to press play on to really get the real and raw Boston Richey?
"Nah, actually right now to really understand that you have to listen to Public Housing 1 & 2 AND Welcome to Bubba Land. I can't cap. I feel like that Public Housing 1 really had to be that after coming into the game dropping music without over thinking it like that with that new swag. I don't know that album was immaculate! I don't know what I was thinking on that one.
But with this one - I feel like you had to be with me on that journey! You will 100% love this album. Because you'll be able to see my improvement and everything else."
-kazimagazine.com, Real Boston Richey
Performed By:
Real Boston RicheyRemaining a relevant force in the industry, you're gearing up for the arrival of your album Richey Rich on November 8th. Can you tell fans what they can expect?
"You can definitely expect that I'm coming different on this one! I done put a lot into. I've been recording this tape for over a year now just in the studio. In this tape — I really just gave it my all! Through it you can understand me, how I felt, the things I went through. Not just the hardships, but the good things I've been through too. Im 100% giving on this. It's ALL ME! When you listen to this tape, you're either going to love me or hate me but I know the people will love me after this! Because they ain't never see or hear me coming like this forreal."
Oh ok! Dope! So for new listeners tuning in — would this upcoming album be the one you tell them to press play on to really get the real and raw Boston Richey?
"Nah, actually right now to really understand that you have to listen to Public Housing 1 & 2 AND Welcome to Bubba Land. I can't cap. I feel like that Public Housing 1 really had to be that after coming into the game dropping music without over thinking it like that with that new swag. I don't know that album was immaculate! I don't know what I was thinking on that one.
But with this one - I feel like you had to be with me on that journey! You will 100% love this album. Because you'll be able to see my improvement and everything else."
-kazimagazine.com, Real Boston Richey
Genre(s): Rap
Released: November 8th, 2024
Year: 2024