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Real Boston Richey - Send a Blitz Lyrics
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(Ayo, run that up Rami)
Huh, Richey
Huh, oh, this that old Boston flow (Pbell)
(Ayo, Clipzy)
Man, all this shit on the floor (this shit hard as hell)

Uh, wake up, go and send a blitz, f*ck it, I don't like lil' homes
Every day, got a brand new bitch, nigga, I'm tried of goin' home
Told that ho, "Don't speak on shit, bitch, you in the quiet zone"
Quick to swipe a bitch up out my mix, my windshield wipers on

Bitch say she gon' pay me to suck that dick, she don't turn me on
Talkin' to the pussy, that freaky shit like I'm on the microphone
I was out here pavin' a way when dog was out here swipin' phones
You can't come to Ridge Road or South City, that's where them snipers roam
And that's on my son, I was out here thuggin' with whitey-tighties on
Love to f*ck a nat-nat, but on my son, nigga, I can't wife a shone
Only thing they askin' Boston, "Will your niggas take a life?"
If that bag involved, shit, nigga, you damn right
All this cash on me, tell me, why the f*ck I'm stop at lights?
Bitch, I'ma f*ck you good, but you know I ain't gon' do you right
Catch an opp lackin', that's on my mama, we shoot shit on sight
We was trappin' Bubbs when niggas ain't have no Bubbs, that's why we pipe
You either flyin' P's or you f*ckin', that's how you get your flight
Bitch, I like a big old ass and titties, I ain't got no type
F*cked up when they let us get them switches, I ain't finna fight
Frrt, hit that switchy like one more time, might knock down forty guys
Lil' bitch know that Boston really the shit like a porta-pot
You know that I f*ck every bitch I get, shit, I love them thots
Why the f*ck these niggas tryna steal my shit? I got them Trillers hot
Heard an opp just died on IG Live, shit, I don't know what that's 'bout
Niggas sayin' he got some smoke, f*ck it, nigga, let's shoot it out
Niggas throwin' up Z's in the middle of the road, say, what them zooties 'bout?
We ain't bangin' Sex Money Murder, but nigga, we at the shooter spot
These lil' niggas ain't on gang, these lil' niggas, they goobered out
Black truck the bitch, slidin' through, nigga, we Ubered out
If that pussy smellin' just like flowers, I'll eat her out
Ever bring up Boston when it come to hoes, shit, I'll bring 'em out
If that bitch not postin' for a couple day, shit, Boston flew her out
Catch a bag, run it up for a rainy day, shit, I need wooty out
Catch me eatin' some oxtails, you know I'm at my cougar spot
Catch me in the trenches, on my side, I got my tooley out
F*cked her from the back, way too much, I got her booty wide
Yeah, it's a closed casket, at his funeral, he had his noodle out
Every time we make a brand new hunnid, we get a brand new spot
Every time I pop out in the trenches, I got a brand-new knot
Hit the hood, before we slide them blitzes, nigga, we pass 'em out

Wake up, go and send a blitz, f*ck it, I don't like lil' homes
Every day, got a brand new bitch, nigga, I'm tried of goin' home (ayo, run that up, Rami)
Told that ho, "Don't speak on shit, bitch, you in the quiet zone"
Quick to swipe a bitch up out my mix, my windshield wipers on
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(Ayo, run that up Rami)
Huh, Richey
Huh, oh, this that old Boston flow (Pbell)
(Ayo, Clipzy)
Man, all this shit on the floor (this shit hard as hell)

Uh, wake up, go and send a blitz, f*ck it, I don't like lil' homes
Every day, got a brand new bitch, nigga, I'm tried of goin' home
Told that ho, "Don't speak on shit, bitch, you in the quiet zone"
Quick to swipe a bitch up out my mix, my windshield wipers on

Bitch say she gon' pay me to suck that dick, she don't turn me on
Talkin' to the pussy, that freaky shit like I'm on the microphone
I was out here pavin' a way when dog was out here swipin' phones
You can't come to Ridge Road or South City, that's where them snipers roam
And that's on my son, I was out here thuggin' with whitey-tighties on
Love to f*ck a nat-nat, but on my son, nigga, I can't wife a shone
Only thing they askin' Boston, "Will your niggas take a life?"
If that bag involved, shit, nigga, you damn right
All this cash on me, tell me, why the f*ck I'm stop at lights?
Bitch, I'ma f*ck you good, but you know I ain't gon' do you right
Catch an opp lackin', that's on my mama, we shoot shit on sight
We was trappin' Bubbs when niggas ain't have no Bubbs, that's why we pipe
You either flyin' P's or you f*ckin', that's how you get your flight
Bitch, I like a big old ass and titties, I ain't got no type
F*cked up when they let us get them switches, I ain't finna fight
Frrt, hit that switchy like one more time, might knock down forty guys
Lil' bitch know that Boston really the shit like a porta-pot
You know that I f*ck every bitch I get, shit, I love them thots
Why the f*ck these niggas tryna steal my shit? I got them Trillers hot
Heard an opp just died on IG Live, shit, I don't know what that's 'bout
Niggas sayin' he got some smoke, f*ck it, nigga, let's shoot it out
Niggas throwin' up Z's in the middle of the road, say, what them zooties 'bout?
We ain't bangin' Sex Money Murder, but nigga, we at the shooter spot
These lil' niggas ain't on gang, these lil' niggas, they goobered out
Black truck the bitch, slidin' through, nigga, we Ubered out
If that pussy smellin' just like flowers, I'll eat her out
Ever bring up Boston when it come to hoes, shit, I'll bring 'em out
If that bitch not postin' for a couple day, shit, Boston flew her out
Catch a bag, run it up for a rainy day, shit, I need wooty out
Catch me eatin' some oxtails, you know I'm at my cougar spot
Catch me in the trenches, on my side, I got my tooley out
F*cked her from the back, way too much, I got her booty wide
Yeah, it's a closed casket, at his funeral, he had his noodle out
Every time we make a brand new hunnid, we get a brand new spot
Every time I pop out in the trenches, I got a brand-new knot
Hit the hood, before we slide them blitzes, nigga, we pass 'em out

Wake up, go and send a blitz, f*ck it, I don't like lil' homes
Every day, got a brand new bitch, nigga, I'm tried of goin' home (ayo, run that up, Rami)
Told that ho, "Don't speak on shit, bitch, you in the quiet zone"
Quick to swipe a bitch up out my mix, my windshield wipers on
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Writer: Eddie Espinal, Jalen Foster, Parker James Bell, Rami Casey
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC


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