[Real Boston Richey]
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, turn me up in the headphones lil' bit more
Ayy, uh, ayy, ayy (Zaytoven)
[Real Boston Richey]
I'm a trap nigga, baby, what you see is what you get
Two chains 'round my neck, four bricks of all diamonds, dog shit
Had to fall back from these hoes, they been on that lyin' shit
Heard these rap niggas don't like me, he been gettin' his dime hit
I got seventeen hoes and they all stay in Florida
Got some fine shit out the A, fucked up 'bout that Georgia water
Fine shit stay in LA, really wanted to have my daughter
None of my bitches don't trip on me, all my hoes know I can afford her
All my bitches in New York, they call me Mr. Pay For Shit
I ain't get my name for trickin', I got my name for trappin' bricks
As a plug, never got fronted, as a youngin, I was on my shit
Ask my hood, I really don't put that mask on to spray the stick
Now I'm up, I'm rich as shit, with DDG, I'm poppin' shit
They ain't love me when I was bummy, I got rich, I'm now trickin'
Ask that lil' bitch do she love me, all that money I done spent
I'm with BenDaDonnn, we got they main bitches in the mix
[DDG]
Mr. Change A Bitch Life, Mr. Put A Bitch On
Mr. Go Inside The Jewelry Store And Point Out What You Want
I got CarPlay on, she see 'em blowin' up my phone
I'm a real P pusher, bitches knowin' what I'm on
I put on for my city, I put Yak up on the map
I had M's in the bank before I got into the rap
Ever since I lost my brother, I can never ever lack
Keep it player in real life, online, I'm puttin' on an act
I put VVs on a bad ho
Got her on the jet shakin' ass, showin' asshole
Know that pussy water, I'm gon' swim in it like tadpoles
Walk in my garage and I can see why niggas mad for, hmm (Okay)
[BenDaDonnn]
Ayy, 'fore the streams, we were pushin' more weight than the Diamond Gym
Don't never tell your nigga how I fucked you, baby, lie to him (Shh)
Me and Ian two deep in that car, we do the dash like killers (Bah)
I don't give a fuck what no one say, boy, that young nigga trim (Okay)
Buy your bitch a purse and then forget her, know that pissed him off (Yeah)
Don't care about no gangster shit you did, nigga, go knock somethin' off
My shoes, my chain, my watch, my jeans, I pop it, baby, this shit cost
Bitch can't choose me, DD, or Boston, she down for the toss
Ayy, and super player (Stamp it), if I'm in the spot, my nigga, clutch your ho
GABOS, it's tatted on me, we live by the code
Ayy, give that cloudy shit back to your jeweler, my whole body froze
Nigga be so tough behind computers, what you hidin' for?
Nigga, ayy, ayy, what you hidin' for?
Nigga always talkin' on computers, ayy, what you hide for?
Pussy, ayy, ayy, what you hide for? (Ayy, ayy)
Niggas always tough behind computers, what you hide for? (Huh?)
Stupid-ass nigga
Haha
Fuck you hide for?
Yeah
Huh?
That ho slappin', play it back
Old stupid-ass nigga
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